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REVIVAL 

AND 

CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL 

CONTAINING  THE  BEST 

HYMNS  AND  SPIRITUAL  SONGS, 

ORIGINAL  AND  SELECTED. 


PHILADELPHIA : 
PEKKINPINE  &  HIGGINS, 
56  N".  Fourth  Street. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1867,  by 

PERKINPINE  &  HIGGINS, 

in  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  for  the  Eastern 
District  of  Pennsylvania. 


Westcott  &  Thomson, 
Stereotypers,  Philada. 


CAXTON    PRESS  OF 
SHERMAN  &   CO.,  PHILADELPHIA. 


PREFACE. 


The  principal  design  of  the  present  work  is  to 
eave  to  the  Church  the  many  soul-reviving  and 
spiritual  songs  which  were  fast  passing  into  for- 
getfulness,  and  which,  by  the  blessing  of  God, 
have  been  of  such  remarkable  benefit  to  the 
Church  and  the  world. 

The  Hymns  are  such  as  are  not  found  in  the 
Church  Hymn  Book — the  compilers  being  careful 
to  give  those  which  are  more  desirable  for  social 
and  prayer-meetings. 

Such  as  it  is,  the  book  is  devoutly  commended 
to  the  blessing  of  that  God  who  "loveth  the  gates 
of  Zion,"  and  who  has  commanded  us  to  "teach 
and  admonish  one  another  in  psalms,  and  hymns, 
and  spiritual  songs,  singing  with  grace  in  our 
hearts  to  the  Lord." 

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CONTENTS. 


PAGB 


1  Awakening  and  Inviting   5 

2  Seeking  Saltation   47 

3  Prayer   58 

4  Christian  Experience   81 

5  Describing  Christ   156 

6  Praise   192 

7  Christian  Pilgrimage  and  Warfare   225 

8  Eejoicing  in  Hope   287 

9  Death,  Judgment,  and  Resurrection   343 

10  Miscellaneous   367 

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AWAKENING  AND  INVITING. 

1  a  m. 

HEAR  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Published  to  every  creature, 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature. 

Jesus  reigns,  He  reigns  victorious! 
Over  heaven  and  earth,  most  glorious, 
Jesus  reigns. 

2  See  the  royal  banners  flying, 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying 
Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  offered  by  the  Saviour. 

3  There,  ye  sons  of  wrath  and  ruin, 
Who  have  wrought  your  own  undoing, 
There  is  life  and  free  salvation, 
Offer'd  to  the  whole  creation. 

4  'Twas  for  you  that  Jesus  died, 
For  you  he  was  crucified, 
Conquered  death  and  rose  to  heaven ; 
Through  him  life  eternal's  given. 

5  Turn  unto  the  Lord  most  holy; 
Shun  the  path  of  vice  and  folly: 
Turn  or  you  are  lost  forever, 

0  now  turn  to  Christ  your  Saviour. 

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6  There  is  wine,  and  milk,  and  honey, 
Come  and  purchase  without  money, 
Mercy  like  a  flowing  fountain, 
Streaming  from  the  holy  mountain. 

7  For  this  love  let  rocks  and  mountains, 
Purling  streams,  and  flowing  fountains, 
Koaring  thunders,  lightning  blazes 
Sing  the  great  Messiah's  praises. 

8  Shout  ye  saints  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  King  of  Zion. 

9  Shout  ye  saints!  make  joyful  mention; 
Christ  has  purchas'd  your  redemption  : 
Angels  tell  the  pleasing  story, 
Through  the  brightest  worlds  of  glory. 


ATTEND,  young  friends,  while  I  relate 
The  dangers  you  are  in ; 
The  evils  that  around  you  wait, 

While  you  remain  in  sin. 
Although  you  flourish  like  the  rose, 

Amid  its  branches  green ; 
Your  sparkling  eyes  in  death  must  close, 
And  never  more  be  seen. 

2  In  silent  shades  must  you  lie  down, 

Long  in  your  graves  to  dwell ; 
Your  friends  will  then  stand  weeping  round, 

And  take  their  long  farewell. 
How  small  this  world  will  then  appear, 

At  the  tremendous  hour 
When  you  Jehovah's  voice  shall  hear, 

And  feel  his  mighty  power! 

3  Departed  days,  the  harvest  past, 

In  vain  you  then  shall  mourn ; 


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CM. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


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Your  golden  hours  are  spent  at  last, 

And  never  will  return. 
Oh,  come  this  moment,  seek  the  Lord  j 

Accept  his  offers  now; 
Yield  to  the  mandate  of  his  word, 

And  at  his  altar  bow. 

3  p.m. 

AH !  guilty  sinner,  ruin'd  by  transgression, 
What  shall  thy  doom  be  when  array'd  in 
terror, 

God  shall  command  thee,  cover'd  with  pollution, 
Up  to  the  judgment? 

2  Wilt  thou  escape  from  his  omniscient  notice, 
Fly  to  the  caverns,  court  annihilation  ? 

Vain  thy  presumption,  justice  still  shall  triumph 
In  thy  destruction. 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and  ponder, 
Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  Judge,  in  ven- 
geance, 

Hurl  from  his  presence  thine  affrighted  spirit, 
Swift  to  perdition. 

4  Oft  has  he  called  thee,  but  thou  wouldst  not 

hear  him, 

Mercies  and  judgments  have  alike  been  slighted ; 
Yet  he  is  gracious,  and  with  arms  unfolded 
Waits  to  embrace  thee. 

5  Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this  mo- 

ment, 

Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted, 
Come  to  the  fountain  open  for  uncleanness ; 

Jesus  invites  you. 

6  But,  if  you  trifle  with  his  gracious  message, 
Cleave  to  the  world  and  love  its  guilty  pleasures, 
Mercy,  grown  weary,  shall  in  righteous  judg- 
ment, Leave  you  forever. 


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7  Then  you  shall  call,  but  he  will  not  regard  you, 
Seek  for  his  favor,  yet  shall  never  find  it, 

Cry  to  the  rocks  to  hide  you  from  his  presence, 
Deep  in  their  caverns. 

8  Where  the  worm  dies  not,  and  the  fire  eternal, 
Fills  every  soul  with  anguish  and  with  terror, 
There  shall  the  sinner  spend  a  long  for  ever, 

Dying  unpardoned. 

9  Oh!  guilty  sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warning; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour  and  embrace  his  pardon ; 
So  shall  your  spirit  meet  with  joy  triumphant, 

Death  and  the  judgment 

4  X.  31. 

BEHOLD  the  Saviour  at  the  door! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before, 
Has  waited  long,  is  waiting  still; 
You  use  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will — the  very  friend  you  need : 
The  man  of  Nazareth  is  he, 

With  garments  dyed  from  Calvary. 

3  0  lovely  attitude !  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  open  hands; 
0  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
That  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

4  Eise,  touch/d  with  gratitude  divine, 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
Turn  out  that  hateful  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  stranger  in. 

5  JP.  M. 

COME  ye  poor  and  thirsty  sinners, 
To  the  living  waters,  come ; 
Jesus  bids  you  come  and  welcome, 
And  declares  he'll  cast  out  none — 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


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Give  him  credit ! 
He's  Jehovah's  faithful  Son. 

2  Hearken  to  the  bride  and  Spirit, 

Seize  the  promises  divine; 
Without  money,  price,  or  merit, 
Buy  of  Jesus  milk  and  wine — 

His  rich  bounty 
Freely  take — he  makes  it  thine. 

3  Wherefore  will  you  toil  for  nothing  ? 

Spend  your  strength  and  treasure  too  ? 
Joyfully  receive  the  blessing 

Which  his  liberal  hands  bestow — 

All  his  goodness 
Let  your  souls  delight  to  know. 

4  Hearken,  sinners,  to  your  Saviour; 

"Hear  me,  and  your  souls  shall  live; 
You  my  covenant  shall  discover, 
I  will  David's  mercies  give" — 

As  your  witness, 
And  your  leader,  him  receive. 

6 

COME  to  Jesus,  trembling  mourner, 
Come  to  Jesus,  trembling  mourner, 

Come  to  Jesus  just  now, 
Just  now,  just  now, 
Come  to  Jesus  just  now. 

2  He  will  save  you. 

3  0,  believe  him. 

4  He  is  able. 

5  He  is  willing. 

6  Flee  to  Jesus. 

7  He'll  receive  you. 


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8  Call  unto  him. 

9  He  will  hear  you. 

10  He'll  have  inercy. 

11  He'll  forgive  you. 

12  He  will  cleanse  you. 

13  Hell  renew  you. 

14  Send  the  power. 

15  Jesus  loves  you. 

7 

COME  to  the  place  of  prayer, 
The  day  is  past  and  gone, 
And  on  the  silent  air, 

The  voice  of  praise  is  borne  : 
Sweet  is  the  hour  of  rest, 

Pleasant  the  heart's  low  sigh, 
The  glow  within  our  breast, 
And  the  hope  beyond  the  sky. 

2  Yes!  tuneful  is  the  sound 

Of  converts  as  they  sing; 
"Welcome  the  glory  round, 

Shed  from  the  Spirit's  wing; 
But  bliss  more  sweet  and  still 

Than  aught  on  earth  e'er  gave, 
Our  yearning  souls  shall  fill 

In  the  world  beyond  the  grave. 

3  Earth  with  her  dreams  shall  fade, 

And  our  bodies  turn  to  dust; 
But  our  souls  shall  soar  and  sing 
In  the  mansions  of  the  just  ; 
"So  we  lift  our  trusting  eyes 

From  the  hills  our  fathers  trod, 
To  the  quiet  of  the  skies. 
To  the  Sabbath  of  our  God." 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


8 

COME — 'tis  Jesus'  invitation — 
Now  to  mourning  souls  addressed; 
Why,  0  why  such  hesitation  ? 
Mourners,  he  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Do  ye  fear  your  own  unfitness, 

Burdened  as  ye  are  with  sin  ? 
'Tis  the  Holy  Spirit's  witness — 
Christ  invites  you,  enter  in. 

3  He  will  give — we  ne'er  can  merit — 

Perfect  peace  and  heavenly  rest; 
What  a  treasure  we  inherit ! 
How  are  contrite  sinners  blest ! 

9  a  m. 

COME,  trembling  sinner,  from  thy  seat, 
And  bow  before  the  Lord : 
Fall  as  a  mourner  at  his  feet, 
And  hang  upon  his  word. 

2  Why  should  you  stray  and  cease  to  strive, 

Or  drive  your  fears  away, 
Since  you  may  come  to  Christ,  and  live 
In  that  eternal  day? 

3  Oh,  why  let  sin  allure  your  heart, 

Or  fill  your  souls  with  pain  ? 
Can  you  with  every  blessing  part, 
Eternal  wo  to  gain  ? 

4  Come,  while  you  may,  to  Christ  and  live, 

For  life  will  soon  be  done ; 
Oh,  come,  and  to  the  Saviour  give 
That  guilty  heart  of  stone. 

5  No  longer  vain  excuses  frame, 

But  venture  as  you  are  : 
The  dumb,  the  blind,  the  halt,  the  lame, 
May  all  his  blessings  share. 


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6  Come,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  feel, 

Come,  trusting  in  his  grace; 
He  will  the  work  of  pardon  seal, 
On  all  who  seek  his  face. 

7  Come,  while  the  voice  of  Jesus  calls, 

In  accents  full  and  clear : 
And  mercy's  sweetest  language  falls 
Inviting  on  thine  ear. 

8  The  Saviour  stands,  thy  cause  to  plead, 

Before  the  throne  above: 
Come,  in  thine  hour  of  greatest  need, 
And  feel  his  pardoning  love. 

10  X.  M. 

COME,  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord, 
In  Christ  to  paradise  restored : 
His  proffer  d  benefits  embrace, 
The  plenitude  of  gospel  grace. 

2  A  pardon  written  with  his  blood, 
The  favor  and  the  peace  of  God ; 
The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence. 

3  The  godly  fear,  the  pleasing  smart, 
The  meltings  of  a  broken  heart; 
The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven. 

4  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
The  unutterable  tenderness; 

The  genuine,  meek  humility; 

The  wonder,  "Why  such  love  to  me !" 

5  Th'  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move, 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 


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Tune. — Oh!  how  he  loves. 

COME,  poor  guilty,  anxious  mourner, 
Look  to  the  cross ; 
Leave  the  proud,  the  gay,  the  scorner — 

Look  to  the  cross  ; 
Lift  the  eye  of  faith  to  Jesus, 
He  from  sin's  hard  bondage  frees  us, 
"When  we  grieve,  his  grace  can  ease  us, 
Look  to  the  cross. 

2  Bow  in  humble  prayer  before  him — 

Look  to  the  cross. 
Now  by  faith  and  love  adore  him — 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
Let  thy  guilt  no  more  distress  thee, 
Peace  and  pardon  soon  shall  bless  thee, 
And  the  Saviour's  love  caress  thee ; 

Look  to  the  cross. 

3  Jesus  waits  to  grant  his  favor, 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
He's  an  all-sufficient  Saviour, 

Look  to  the  cross  : 
Though  thy  crimes  reach  high  as  heaven, 
Thou  'gainst  grace  and  truth  hast  striven, 
Here  the  vilest  are  forgiven; 

Look  to  the  cross. 

4  Dost  thou  feel  thy  spirit  harden  ? 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
See  repentance  joined  with  pardon, 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
Hear  what  words  of  grace  are  spoken, 
Love  presents  her  highest  token, 
Gaze  till  thy  hard  heart  is  broken ; 

Look  to  the  cross. 

5  "Wouldst  thou  hear  thy  Saviour  claim  thee  ? 

Look  to  the  cross 


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"Wouldst  thou  feel  his  love  inflame  thee? 

Look  to  the  cross  ; 
Hark !  he  speaks,  but  not  in  thunder, 
Hear,  0  earth,  let  angels  wonder, 
"I  have  snapp'd  thy  chains  asunder; 

Look  to  rny  cross." 

6  Thence  flows  full  and  free  salvation, 

Look  to  the  cross  ; 
Bought  for  all  of  every  nation, 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
Life  and  joy  for  all  the  dying, 
Come,  'tis  offered  without  buying, 
Pry  thy  tears  and  stay  thy  sighing ; 

Look  to  the  cross. 

12  jp.  *r. 

COME,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  now, 
The  joyful  news  I'll  tell : 
The  Lord  hath  sent  salvation  down, 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell ; 
The  angels  brought  the  tidings  down, 

To  shepherds  in  the  field, 
That  God  to  man  is  reconciled, 
His  Son,  to  man  reveal'd. 

Sing  glory,  honor,  to  the  Lamb, 
Salvation  to  our  King  ; 

Let  all  that's  wash'd  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Mis  praises  ever  sing. 

2  Come,  all  ye  poor  despised  souls, 

Unto  his  fold  repair ; 
"Where  God  his  boundless  love  unfolds, 

And  says  he'll  meet  us  there. 
His  glorious  presence  fills  our  souls 

With  songs  of  loudest  praise; 
Let  all  that  want  a  Saviour  dear, 

Their  'hearts  and  voices  raise. 


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3  There's  glory,  glory  in  my  soul, 

It  came  from  heaven  above ; 
Which  makes  me  praise  my  God  so  bold, 

And  his  dear  children  love. 
I'll  serve  the  bleeding  Lamb  of  God, 

I  love  his  ways  so  well ; 
Because  his  precious  blood  was  shed 

To  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

13  Us  &  10s. 

DELAY  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner  draw  near ! 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee, 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus,  thy  God? 
A  fountain  is  opened,  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning 
blood. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day,* 
Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb, 
Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad 
night; 

And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand, 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 
shall  fade ; 

The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand ; 
What  power  then,  0  sinner,  shall  lend  thee 
its  aid ! 


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HARK  !  hark!  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
"Through  earth  and  heaven  the  echo  bounds 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus'  blood! 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God, 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God, 
By  grace  divine. 

2  Come,  sinners,  hear  the  joyful  news, 
No  longer  dare  the  grace  refuse; 
Mercy  and  justice  here  combine, 
Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 
Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 

To  invite  you  near. 

3  Ye  saints  in  glory,  strike  the  lyre ; 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sacred  fire : 
Let  both  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim, 
Forever  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
Forever  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 

Of  endless  praise. 

15  8s  &  7s. 

HARK  !  the  Gospel  trumpet's  sounding  ! 
Sinners,  hear  the  joyful  call : 
Christ,  in  pardoning  love  abounding, 
Offers  liberty  to  all. 

Turn  to  the  Lord  and  seek  Salvation, 
Through  the  precious  Saviour's  namef 

Pardon,  peace,  and  full  redemption, 
Hone  that  seek  shall  seek  in  vain. 

2  Tho'  your  crimes  have  reached  to  heaven, 

And  of  deepest  dye  appear; 
Ask,  and  they  shall  be  forgiven, 
Seek,  and  you  shall  find  him  near. 

3  Though  the  sinful  world  reject  you, 

Guardian  angels  hovering  round, 


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Ever  ready  to  protect  you, 
Flaming  ministers  are  found. 

4  Cast  your  load  of  guilt  behind  you, 

To  the  Lord  for  mercy  flee; 
Though  the  strongest  fetters  bind  you, 
His  salvation  makes  you  free. 

5  Free  from  hell's  eternal  prison, 

Unbelief's  tormenting  chain,* 
Endless  wo,  and  sad  perdition  ; 
Free  from  everlasting  pain. 

6  Turn,  poor  sinners,  turn  to  Jesus, 

Now  while  he  inviting  stands; 
See,  the  blessed,  loving  Saviour 
Holds  to  you  his  wounded  hands. 

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JESUS,  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound, 
Replete  with  balm  for  every  wound; 
His  word  declares  his  grace  is  free — 
Come,  needy  sinner,  come  and  see; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see ; 

Will  you  come  ?    Will  you  come  t 

2  He  left  the  shining  courts  on  high, 
Came  to  our  world  to  bleed  and  die; 
Jesus,  the  God,  hung  on  the  tree — 
Come,  helpless  sinner,  come  and  see; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

3  Your  sins  did  pierce  his  bleeding  heart, 
Till  death  had  done  its  dreadful  part; 
Yet  his  dear  love  still  burns  to  thee — 
Come,  careless  sinner,  come  and  see; 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

4  His  blood  can  cleanse  the  foulest  stain, 
And  make  the  filthy  leper  clean  ; 

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His  blood  at  once  availed  for  me — 
Come,  anxious  sinner,  come  and  see  : 
Come,  guilty  sinner,  come  and  see. 

17  x.  ar. 

JUST  as  I  am — without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee: 
0  Lamb  of  God.  I  come,  I  come. 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot: 

To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
0  Lamb  of  God,,  I  come.  I  come. 

3  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind: 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind  : 
Yea.  all  I  need,  in  thee  I  find; 

0  Lamb  of  God.  I  come.  I  come. 

4  Just  as  I  am — though  toss'd  about. 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt: 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without. — 

0  Lamb  of  God.  I  come.  I  come. 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe — 

0  Lamb  of  God.  I  come.  I  come. 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love,  unknown, 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  : 
!N"ow  to  be  thine,  yea.  thine  alone. 

0  Lamb  of  God.  I  come.  I  come. 

IS  -v. 

JUST  as  thou  art — without  one  trace 
Of  love,  or  joy.  or  inward  grace. 
Or  meetness  for  the  heavenly  place, 
0  guilty  sinner,  come.  0  come ! 


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2  Thy  sins  I  bore  on  Calvary's  tree; 
The  stripes,  thy  due,  were  laid  on  me, 
That  peace  and  pardon  might  be  free — 

0  wretched  sinner,  come,  0  come ! 

3  Come,  hither  bring  thy  boding  fears, 
Thy  aching  heart,  thy  bursting  tears; 
'Tis  mercy's  voice  salutes  thine  ears: 

0  trembling  sinner,  come,  0  come ! 

4  "  The  Spirit  and  the  bride  say,  Come !" 
Rejoicing  saints  re-echo,  Come  ! 

Who  faints,  who  thirsts,  who  will,  may  come, 
Thy  Saviour  bids  thee;  come,  0  come ! 


LISTED  into  the  cause  of  sin, 
Why  should  a  good  be  evil  ? 
Music,  alas,  too  long  has  been 

Pressed  to  obey  the  devil : 
Drunken  or  lewd,  or  light,  the  lay 

Flows  to  the  soul's  undoing, 
Widens  and  strews  with  flowers  the  way 
Down  to  eternal  ruin. 

2  Who  on  the  part  of  God  will  rise  ? 

Innocent  sounds  recover; 
Fly  on  the  prey,  and  seize  the  prize, 

Plunder  the  carnal  lover  ; 
Strip  him  of  every  moving  strain, 

Ev'ry  melting  measure; 
Music  in  virtue's  cause  retain, 

Rescue  the  holy  pleasure. 

3  Come,  let  us  try  if  Jesus'  love 

Will  not  as  well  inspire  us; 
This  is  the  theme  of  those  above, 
This  upon  earth  shall  fire  us : 


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20 


REVIVAL  AND 


Try  if  your  hearts  are  tuned  to  sing, 

Is  there  a  subject  greater? 
Harmony  all  its  strains  may  bring, 

Jesus'  name  is  sweeter. 

4  Jesus  the  soul  of  music  is, 

His  is  the  noblest  passion; 
Jesus'  name  is  life  and  peace, 

Happiness  and  salvation ; 
Jesus'  name  the  dead  can  raise, 

Show  us  our  sins  forgiven  ; 
Fill  us  with  all  the  life  of  grace, 

Carry  us  up  to  heaven. 

5  Who  have  a  right  like  us  to  sing? 

Us  whom  his  mercy  raises  ? 
Cheerful  our  hearts,  for  Christ  is  king, 

Joyful  are  all  our  faces. 
Who  of  his  perfect  love  partakes, 

He  evermore  rejoices ; 
Melody  in  our  hearts  we  make, 

Melody  with  our  voices. 

6  He  that  a  sprinkled  conscience  hath, 

He  that  in  God  is  merry, 
Let  him  sing  Psalms,  the  Spirit  saith, 

Joyful  and  never  weary; 
Offer  the  sacrifice  of  praise, 

In  spirit  never  ceasing; 
Spiritual  songs  and  anthems  raise, 

Worship,  and  thanks,  and  blessing. 

7  Then  let  us  in  his  praises  join, 

Triumph  in  his  salvation ; 
Glory  ascribe  to  love  divine, 

Worship  and  adoration. 
Heaven  already  is  begun, 

Opened  in  each  believer; 
Only  believe,  and  then  sing  on, 

Heaven  is  ours  forever. 


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21 


20 


8s  &  7s. 


NOW  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading 
At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart; 
Now  in  heaven  he's  interceding, 
Undertaking  sinners'  part. 

Sinner  !  can  you  hate  this  Saviour  ? 

Will  you  thrust  him  from  your  arms  f 
Once  he  died  for  your  behaviour, 

Now  he  calls  you  to  his  charms. 

2  Sinner !  hear  your  God  and  Saviour, 

Hear  his  gracious  voice  to-day, 
Turn  from  all  your  vain  behaviour, 
0  repent,  return  and  pray ! 

3  Now  he's  waiting  to  be  gracious, 

Now  he  stands  and  looks  on  thee : 
See  what  kindness,  love,  and  pity 
Shine  around  on  you  and  me. 

4  Come,  for  all  things  now  are  ready, 

Yet  there's  room  for  many  more : 
0  ye  blind,  ye  lame  and  needy, 
Come  to  wisdom's  boundless  store ! 


OTURN  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die  ? 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh ; 
Since  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 
Your  hearts  may  grow  better  by  staying  away; 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as 

you  be, 

While  streams  of  salvation  are  flowing  so  free. 

3  And  now  Christ  is  ready  your  souls  to  receive, 
0  how  can  you  question,  if  you  will  believe ! 


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KEVIVAL  AND 


If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come? 
"Pis  you  he  bids  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come 
home. 

4  Why  will  you  be  starving  and  feeding  on  air? 
There's  mercy  in  Jesus,  enough  and  to  spare ; 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

22  p.m. 

OHEAKKEN,  sinners,  we  have  cause 
To  warn  you  of  your  danger; 
We  pray  be  reconciFd  to  him, 
Who  once  lay  in  a  manger. 

So!  every  one  that  thirsts, 

Come  ye  to  the  waters, 
Freely  drink  and  quench  your  thirst, 

Zion's  sons  and  daughters. 

2  The  awful  God  who  made  your  soul, 

And  all  the  world  around  you, 
Doth  charge  you  with  ten  thousand  crimes, 
But  hateth  to  confound  you. 

3  0  seek  the  circumcising  grace, 

Be  wise,  do  not  refuse  it, 
For  if  you  seek  your  life  to  save, 
You  will  be  sure  to  lose  it. 

4  The  cross  of  Christ  you  have  to  bear, 

Fearless  of  persecution, 
Or  groan  you  will  when  time  shall  cease, 
In  darkness  and  confusion. 

5  Come  all  ye  humble  weeping  souls, 

Who  long  to  be  forgiv'n, 
We  bring  glad  tidings  unto  you, 
From  the  good  Lord  of  heav'n. 

6  There  is  a  fountain  deep  and  wide, 

For  sin  and  all  uncleanness, 


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Come  drink  and  wash,  and  be  made  white, 
And  prove  the  gospel  fulness. 

7  0  !  see  the  crowd  that's  trav'ling  on, 

In  paths  of  self-denial; 
They  march  along  the  banks  of  love, 
And  long  for  your  arrival. 

8  Shall  unbelief  debar  you  from 

The  knowledge  of  your  Saviour? 
Believe,  and  you'll  be  justified: 
Believe  and  live  forever. 

9  My  night  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone, 

My  soul  is  filled  with  glory: 
0 !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

10  Let  heav'n  and  earth  with  me  unite, 
And  sing  and  shout  hosanna; 
The  Lord  has  pardon'd  all  my  sins, 
And  fill'd  my  soul  with  manna. 

23  *m. 

OH  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud, 
You  must  die  and  wear  the  shroud 
Time  will  rob  you  of  your  bloom, 
Death  will  drag  you  to  the  tomb; 

Then  you'll  cry,  and  want  to  be 
Sappy  in  eternity. 

2  Will  you  go  to  heaven  ?  or  hell? 
One  you  must,  and  there  to  dwell : 
Christ  will  come,  and  quickly  too ; 
I  must  meet  him,  so  must  you. 

3  The  white  throne  will  soon  appear, 
All  the  world  must  then  draw  near 
Sinners  will  be  driven  down — 
Saints  will  wear  the  starry  crown. 


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24  .p.  m. 

POOR  trembling  sinner,  tell  me  why 
Such  floods  of  grief  proceed  from  thee ! 
•''My  sins  distress  me,"  you  reply; 
Then  look  to  Christ  on  Calvary. 

2  Behold  his  sacred  hands  stretch'd  wide, 

Fast  nail'd  upon  the  fatal  tree  ; 
The  cruel  spear  thrust  in  his  side — 
0  look  by  faith  to  Calvary. 

3  See !  streams  of  blood  flow  from  his  veins ; 

How  great  must  his  distresses  oe ! 
Think  on  his  agonizing  pains, 
When  you  remember  Calvary. 

4  "'Tis  finished,"  the  Redeemer  cried, 

And  paid  th'  amazing  price  for  thee; 
Then  bow'd  his  sacred  head  and  died — 
0,  sinner,  look  on  Calvary ! 

5  Come  fall  with  love  at  Jesus'  feet, 

He  suffer  d  all  the  woes  for  thee ; 
Salvation's  work  he  made  complete, 
And  still  remembers  Calvary. 

6  He  reigns  a  Prince  exalted  high, 

An  ever-glorious  Priest  to  be ; 
And  will  not  trembling  souls  deny, 
The  bliss  which  flows  from  Calvary. 

25  5  6s&3  5s. 

POOR,  wildered,  weeping  heart 
What  can  relieve  thee? 
Come,  sinful  as  thou  art, 

Christ  will  receive  thee  : 
Come,  though  with  woes  oppressed, 
Soft  is  thy  Saviour's  breast, 
There  ruayst  thou  sweetly  rest, 
There  naught  can  grieve  thee. 


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2  Come,  trembling,  timid  soul, 

Why  this  delaying? 
Thunders  that  o'er  thee  roll, 

Fall  on  thee  straying;. 
Turn  from  destruction's  ways, 
Turn  to  the  throne  of  grace ; 
There  seek  thy  Father's  face, 

Weeping  and  praying. 

3  Hence  guilty  fear  and  doubt, 

Leave  me  forever; 
Lord,  wilt  thou  cast  me  out? 

Never — oh,  never : 
From  unbelief  of  mind ; 
From  thoughts  to  sin  inclined — 
From  flesh  and  hell  combined 

Thou  wilt  deliver. 

26  mx, 

PILGRIM,  burden'd  with  thy  sin, 
Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate; 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within, 

Knock  and  weep,  and  watch  and  wait. 
Knock — he  knows  the  sinner's  cry, 

Weep — he  loves  the  mourner's  tears, 
Watch — for  saving  grace  is  nigh, 
Wait — till  heavenly  grace  appears. 

2  Hark,  it  is  thy  Saviour's  voice  ! 

"Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest." 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe  and  own'd  and  bought  and  blest. 
Safe — from  all  the  lures  of  vice, 

Own'd — by  joys  the  contrite  know, 
Bought — by  love,  and  life  the  price, 

Blest — the  mighty  debt  to  owe ! 

3  Holy  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee 

In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 


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From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 

Fear  and  shame,  and  doubt  and  pains. 

Fear — the  hope  of  heaven  shall  flee, 
Shame — from  glory's  view  retire, 

Doubt — in  full  belief  shall  die, 
Pain — in  endless  bliss  expire. 

27  pm. 

OH !  turn,  rebel  souls,  there's  mercy  to-day 
The  Saviour  invites  you — and  for  you  he  is 
pleading; 

Come,  enter  his  service — no  longer  delay ; 
Your  Captain  is  waiting,  with  his  wounds  all 
fresh  bleeding ; 
And  the  full  crimson  tide, 
From  his  deep  pierced  side, 
Gives  proof  he'll  protect  you,  whate'er  may 
betide, 

He  has  vanquish'd  all  hell,  and  triumphed  o'er 
the  grave : 

Fear  not  doubting  sinner — he  is  mighty  to  save. 

2  In  front  of  the  fight,  see  the  Conqueror  stands, 
With  the  trophies  of  war,  and  new  glories 
full  beaming, 
While  onward  he  marches,  subduing  all  lands 
By  the  blood  of  his  cross  as  from  Calvary 
streaming ; 
From  the  field  of  the  slain, 
Shall  our  Jesus  again 
Eeturn  in  full  triumph,  and  strengthen  his 
reign. 

0 !  rejoice  brother  soldier,  his  banner's  unfurl'd, 
And  his  reign  shall  increase,  and  he'll  conquer 
the  world. 


3  On  Zion's  high  walls,  let  his  watchmen  all  stand, 
To  espy  the  dread  foe — and  the  Gospel  trump 
sounding, 


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To  encourage  to  fight — Immanuel's  band — 
And  induce  conquer'd  sinners,  their  weapons 
now  grounding, 
To  look  up  for  his  grace, 
And  repair  to  their  place, 
In  phalanx  to  stand,  and  his  enemies  face, 
"While  his  blood-stained  banner  in  triumph  is 
wav'd 

O'er  the  hosts  he's  redeemed,  and  the  thousands 
he's  sav'd. 

4  For  soldiers  I  come,  my  commission  I  show, 
In  the  name  of  my  Saviour,  I  now  am  re- 
cruiting, 

I  enlist  old  and  young,  not  fearing  the  foe; 
For  the  conquest  he'll  gain,  and  the  honors 
well  suiting 
To  the  cause  shall  attend ; 
For  he's  always  a  friend 
In  danger  and  loss,  to  the  War's  final  end, 
And  when  time  is  no  more,  still  his  banner 
shall  wave, 

To  show  to  all  worlds,  that  he  is  mighty  to  save. 

6  The  saints  from  all  lands,  who  have  faithfully 
stood 

In  the  patience  of  hope,  through  the  war's 
desolation, 

Array'd  in  the  robes,  which  they  wash'd  in  his 
blood, 

To  Mount  Zion  shall  come,  and  with  high 
approbation, 
Shall  rejoicingly  stand, 
And  await  the  command, 
To  turn  to  the  right,  and  inherit  the  land 
Prepar'd  for  his  soldiers,  where  his  banner  shall 
wave, 

O'er  the  ransom'd  from  hell,  and  the  spoils  of 
the  grave. 


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6  In  glory  they  rise  from  their  mould'ring  beds, 
Where  with  honors  of  war,  they  have  long 
been  reposing ; 
With  palms  in  their  hands,  and  bright  crowns 
on  their  heads, 
All  adorn'd  with  the  light  of  a  day — never 
closing! 
See  the  glorious  band, 
In  Immanuel's  land ; 
Now  honor'd  of  God,  for  they  died  sword  in 
hand  ; 

Through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb,  who  is  mighty 

to  save, 

They  have  conquered  all  hell,  and  escaped  from 
the  grave ! 

28  7s  &  5s. 

ROUSE  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call, 
Sinners,  rouse  ye,  one  and  all; 
Wake,  or  soon  your  souls  will  fall — 

Fall  in  deep  despair. 
Wo  to  him  who  turns  away; 
Jesus  kindly  calls  to-day: 
Come,  0  sinner,  while  you  may, 
Raise  your  soul  in  prayer. 

2  Heard  ye  not  the  Saviour  cry  ? 

"  Turn,  0  turn,  why  will  you  die  Y* 
And  in  keenest  agony, 

Mourn  too  late  your  doom ! 
Haste,  for  time  is  rushing  on ! 
Soon  the  fleeting  hour  is  gone, 
The  lifted  arrow  flies  anon, 

To  sink  you  in  the  tomb ! 

3  By  the  Saviour's  bleeding  love, 
By  the  joys  of  heaven  above, 
Let  these  words  your  spirit  move ; 

Quick  to  Jesus  fly ! 


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Come  and  save  your  souls  from  death, 
Haste  !  escape  Jehovah's  wrath  j 
Fly  !  for  life's  a  fleeting  breath, 
Soon,  0  soon  you'll  die. 

29  p.  m. 

TJEMEMBEK,  sinful  youth,  you  must  die! 
Xv     you  must  die! 
Remember,  sinful  youth,  you  must  die! 
Remember,  sinful  youth,  who  hate  the  way  of 
truth, 

And  in  your  pleasures  boast,  you  must  die !  you 
must  die ! 

And  in  your  pleasures  boast,  you  must  die. 

2  Uncertain  are  your  days  here  below,  here  below, 
Uncertain  are  your  days  here  below, 
Uncertain  are  your  days,  for  God  hath  many 

ways 

To  bring  you  to  your  graves  here  below,  here 
below, 

To  bring  you  to  your  graves  here  below. 

3  And  if  you  travel  down  the  broad  road,  the 

broad  road, 
And  if  you  travel  down  the  broad  road, 
And  if  you  travel  down,  to  darkness  you  are 

bound, 

Eternally  around,  the  broad  road,  the  broad  road, 
Eternally  around,  the  broad  road. 

4  To  a  dreadful  judgment  day  you  are  bound,  you 

are  bound, 

To  a  dreadful  judgment  day  you  are  bound, 
To  a  dreadful  judgment  day,  be  your  thoughts 

whate'er  they  may; 
Nor  can  you  it  delay,  you  are  bound,  you  are 

bound, 

Nor  can  you  it  delay,  you  are  bound. 


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5  The  God  who  built  the  sky,  great  I  AM,  great 

I  AM, 

The  God  who  built  the  sky,  great  I  AM. 
The  God  who  built  the  sky,  hath  said  (and  can- 
not lie), 

Impenitents  must  die,  and  be  lost,  and  be  lost, 
Impenitents  must  die,  and  be  lost. 

6  AndO!  my  friends,  don't  you,  I  entreat,  I  entreat, 
And  0 !  my  friends,  don't  you,  I  entreat, 

And  0 !  my  friends,  don't  you  your  carnal  mirth 
pursue, 

Your  guilty  souls  undo,  I  entreat,  I  entreat, 
Your  guilty  souls  undo,  I  entreat. 

7  Unto  the  Saviour  flee,  'scape  for  life,  'scape  for 

life, 

Unto  the  Saviour  flee,  'scape  for  life, 
Unto  the  Saviour  flee,  lest  death  eternal  be,  . 
Your  final  destiny,  'scape  for  life,  'scape  for  life, 
Your  final  destiny,  'scape  for  life. 

30 

SIGNERS,  go,  will  you  go, 
To  the  highlands  of  Heaven, 
"Where  the  storms  never  blow, 

And  the  long  summer's  given? 
Where  the  bright  blooming  flowers, 

Are  their  odors  emitting, 
And  the  leaves  of  the  bowers 
In  the  hedges  are  flitting. 

2  Where  the  saints  robed  in  white, 

Cleansed  in  life's  flowing  fountain, 
Shining  beauteous  and  bright, 

They  inhabit  the  mountain 
Where  no  sin  nor  dismay, 

Neither  trouble  nor  sorrow, 
Will  be  felt  for  a  day, 

Nor  be  feared  for  the  morrow. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


3  He's  prepared  thee  a  home, 

Sinner,  canst  thou  believe  it? 
And  invites  thee  to  come, 

Sinner,  wilt  thou  receive  it? 
0  come,  sinner,  come, 

For  the  tide  is  receding, 
And  the  Saviour  will  soon 

And  forever  cease  pleading. 

31  8s,  7s  &  4s. 

SINNERS,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence — oh,  how  tender! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love ; 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner — "  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name!" 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor; 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fears; 
And  with  news  of  consolation 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears; 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

5  Oh.  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way, 


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Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay : 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 

32  p.  m. 

STOP,  poor  sinner !  stop  and  think, 
Before  you  farther  go ! 
Can  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Hell  beneath  is  gaping  wide, 

Vengeance  waits  the  dread  command; 
Soon  he'll  stop  your  sport  and  pride, 
And  sink  you  with  the  damn'd. 

Then  be  entreated  now  to  stop  ; 

For  unless  you  warning  take. 
Ere  you  are  aware  you'll  drop 
Into  a  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  great  day 

When  he  judgment  will  proclaim  ? 
When  the  earth  shall  melt  away 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Ghastly  death  shall  quickly  come, 

And  drag  you  to  the  bar : 
Then  to  hear  your  awful  doom 

Will  fill  you  with  despair; 
All  your  sins  around  you'll  crowd — 

Sins  of  a  blood-crimson  dye : 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud; 

And  what  will  you  reply  ? 

4  Though  your  heart  be  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 

He  will  not  let  you  pass  j 
Sinners  then  in  vain  will  call, 

(Though  they  now  despise  his  grace,) 
"  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 

And  hide  us  from  his  face." 

5  But  as  yet  there  is  a  hope 

You  may  his  mercy  know: 
Though  his  arm  is  lifted  up, 

He  still  forbears  the  blow: 
'Twas  for  sinners  Jesus  died, 

Sinners  he  invites  to  come: 
None  that  come  shall  be  denied, 

He  says,  "There  still  is  room." 

33  c.  m. 

SINNERS,  the  city  where  you  dwell 
Is  doomed  to  fearful  wo; 
Those  dark,  impending  clouds  foretell 
The  quick  descending  blow. 

Sinners,  the  hiding-place  is  nigh, 

The  Saviour  calls — away  ; 
He  is  your  only  refuge — fly ; 
There's  danger  in  delay. 

2  Beneath  you  shall  the  trembling  ground 

Quake  with  the  wrath  of  God  ; 
While  all  above  you,  and  around, 
Shall  roll  the  fiery  flood. 

3  Haste  from  your  revels  and  your  mirth, 

And  all  your  carnal  joys ; 
The  day  of  wrath  is  bursting  forth; 
Oh  !  hasten  to  be  wise. 

4  Fly  to  the  mountain,  quickly  fly ; 

Nor  will  your  flight  be  vain  j 
'Tis  God's  own  house,  and  heaven  is  nigh 
Stay  not  in  all  the  plain. 
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5  Angels,  sweet  messengers  of  love, 

Lend  them  your  rapid  wing ; 
And  thou,  good  Spirit  from  above, 
All  needful  succors  bring. 

6  Why  do  you  tarry,  trembling  souls? 

Haste  ere  the  lightning's  blaze ; 
Fly  ere  the  rumbling  thunder  calls; 
Fly  to  the  hiding-place. 

34  8s,  7s  &  4s. 

STOP,  poor  sinners,  and  look  yonder, 
See  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 
0  astonishing  the  number, 

Higher  mounting  than  the  skies : 

Cry  for  mercy, 
Dread  the  death  that  never  dies. 

2  On  the  crumbling  banks  of  ruin, 

How  can  you  securely  dwell  ? 
Sinners,  vengeance  is  pursuing, 
And  will  sweep  you  down  to  hell : 

Then  to  heaven 
Finally  you'll  bid  farewell. 

3  Doomed  where  sorrow  after  sorrow 

Follow  on  without  control, 
Floods  of  vengeance  big  with  horror 
Without  intermission  roll; 

Wrath  vindictive 
Overwhelms  the  guilty  soul. 

4  See  yon  sun  how  swift  he  hasteth 

Through  the  circuit  of  the  skies; 
How  your  golden  moment  wasteth, 
Sinners,  pray  at  length  be  wise : 

0 !  he's  setting, 
And  may  set  no  more  to  rise. 

5  See  how  fast  your  time  is  flying, 

Will  ye  sinners  yet  delay  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


One  is  gone,  another's  dying, 
0  !  to  God  for  mercy  pray  : 

Time  is  precious ; 
God  may  next  call  you  away. 

6  Now's  the  time  for  preparation, 

While  the  vital  air  you  breathe; 
God  is  offering  you  salvation, 
Calls  you  yet  to  turn  and  live; 

Boundless  mercy — 
All  who  come  he  will  receive. 

7  See  the  precious  blood  of  Jesus 

Streaming  from  th'  accursed  tree, 
Will  not  this  suffice  to  grieve  us, 
Jesus  spilt  his  blood  for  me ; 

Come  then,  sinners, 
And  his  great  salvation  see. 

35  &  4s. 

SINNEKS,  come,  let's  fly  to  Jesus! 
Oh  !  how  he  loves  ! 
From  our  thraldom  he'll  release  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Oh,  how  glad  we  are  to  hear  him 
Bid  such  sinful  worms  come  near  him, 
Why  should  we  distrust  or  fear  him  ? 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

2  It's  life,  eternal  life  to  know  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Think,  oh,  think,  how  much  we  owe  hi 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
With  his  precious  blood  he  bought  us, 
In  the  wilderness  he  sought  us, 
To  his  fold  he  kindly  brought  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 

3  Come,  and  in  his  arms  he'll  take  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 


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Never  leave  us,  nor  forsake  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
Men  may  slight  and  disrespect  us, 
But  their  wrath  shall  not  affect  us, 
Jesus  will  from  harm  protect  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 

4  When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fettered  soul  releasing; 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

5  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
Christ  is  thine,  he  cannot  fail  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Yes,  though  death  and  hell  endeavor, 
From  his  love  thy  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  thy  strength  forever; 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

6  Soon  in  heaven  we'll  adore  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
Cast  our  glitt'ring  crowns  before  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
When  the  victory  is  completed, 
And  around  his  throne  we're  seated, 
Then  we'll  sing  and  still  repeat  it; 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 

36  m. 

THOUGH  in  the  outward  church  below, 
The  wheat  and  tares  together  grow; 
Jesus  ere  long  will  weed  the  crop, 
And  pluck  the  tares  in  auger  up. 


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For  soon  the  reaping  time  will  come, 
And  angels  shout  the  harvest  home. 

2  Will  it  relieve  their  horrors  there, 
To  recollect  their  stations  here ; 

How  much  they  heard,  how  much  they  knew, 
How  much  among  the  wheat  they  grew  ? 

3  Oh  !  this  will  aggravate  their  case, 
They  perish'd  under  means  of  grace; 
To  them  the  word  of  life  and  faith 
Became  an  instrument  of  death. 

4  We  seem  alike  when  thus  we  meet, 
Strangers  might  think  we  all  were  wheat; 
But  to  the  Lord's  all-searching  eyes, 
Each  heart  appears  without  disguise. 

5  The  tares  are  spar'd  for  various  ends, 
Some  for  the  sake  of  praying  friends; 
Others  the  Lord,  against  their  will, 
Employs  his  counsels  to  fulfil. 

6  But  tho'  they  grow  so  tall  and  strong, 
His  plan  will  not  require  them  long ; 
In  harvest  when  he  saves  his  own, 
The  tares  shall  into  hell  be  thrown. 

7  Most  awful  thought,  and  is  it  so  ? 
Must  all  mankind  the  harvest  know? 
Is  every  man  a  wheat  or  tare  ? 

Me,  for  that  harvest,  Lord,  prepare. 

37  io  10,  n  a. 

THY  faithfulness,  Lord,  each  moment  we  find, 
So  true  to  thy  word,  so  loving  and  kind : 
Thy  mercy  so  tender  to  all  the  lost  race, 
The  vilest  offender  may  turn  and  find  grace. 

2  The  mercy  I  feel,  to  others  I  show, 
I  set  to  my  seal  that  Jesus  is  true : 


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Ye  all  may  find  favor,  who  come  at  his  call, 
0  come  to  my  Saviour,  his  grace  is  for  all. 

3  To  save  what  was  lost  from  heaven  he  came 
Come,  sinners,  and  trust  in  Jesus'  name ! 
He  offers  you  pardon ;  he  bids  you  be  free ; 

"If  sin  be  your  burden,  0  come  unto  me  I" 

4  0  let  me  commend  my  Saviour  to  you ; 
The  publican's  friend,  and  advocate  too: 
For  you  he  is  pleading  his  merits  and  death 
"With  God  interceding  for  sinners  beneath. 

5  Then  let  us  submit  his  grace  to  receive : 
Fall  down  at  his  feet,  and  gladly  believe : 
We  all  are  forgiven  for  Jesus'  sake  : 

Our  title  to  heaven,  his  merits  we  take. 

38  Come  to  Me,  X. 

WITH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around, 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy  sea; 
Yet  'midst  the  gloom,  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  "  Come  to  Me." 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest — 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee ; 
0 !  to  the  weary,  faint,  oppressed, 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  "Come  to  Me." 

3  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters,  "Come  to  Me." 

4  Come,  for  all  else  must  fail  and  die; 

Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee ; 
Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye, 
I  am  thy  portion,  "  Come  to  Me." 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


39  p.  m. 

WE'RE  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 
Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  walk  the  plains  of  light, 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Where  perfect  day  excludes  the  night; 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Our  sun  will  there  no  more  go  down, 
In  that  blest  world  of  great  renown, 
Our  days  of  mourning  past  and  gone ; 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

3  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
A  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palms  our  hands  shall  bear 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share; 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

4  We're  going  where  tears  will  never  flow, 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
And  sorrow  we  no  more  shall  know, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
'Tis  there  the  saints  shall  die  no  more, 
But  live  with  Christ  in  heaven  secure, 
Their  God  and  Saviour  to  adore; 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 

5  We're  going  to  join  the  heavenly  choir, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 


EE VI VAL  AX D 


To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre, 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
There  saints  and  angels  sweetly  sing 
Hosannas  to  their  God  and  King 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring : 
Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 

6  Ye  mourning,  heavy  laden  souls, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Where  peace  and  joy  forever" roll. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Jesus  is  ready  to  receive 
If  thou  wilt  on  him  now  believe, 
Hell  give  thy  troubled  conscience  ease ; 

Come  believe!  come  believe! 

7  Come.  0  backsliders  -ome 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Eeturn  again  to  Christ  and  say, 

I  will  go!  I  will  go! 
The  Lord  will  thy  backslidings  heal, 
His  love  again  he  will  reveal, 
And  pardon  on  thy  conscience  seal  ; 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

S  The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 

For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small, 
Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 

Make  up  your  mind,  give  God  your  heart, 

With  every  sin  and  idol  part, 

And  now  for  glory  make  a  start  : 

Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 

9  The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain, 
Will  you  go?  will  you  go? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again, 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee. 
Take  up  thy  cross  and  follow  me, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see ; 

Come  to  me !  come  to  me ! 

10  Oh !  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 
I  will  go  !  I  will  go ! 
Til  start  this  moment,  clear  the  way, 

Let  me. go!  let  me  go! 
My  old  companions  fare  you  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell ; 

Let  me  go !  fare  you  well ! 

40  -K  &  7s. 

WHAT  could  your  Eedeemer  do, 
More  than  he  hath  done  for  you? 
To  procure  your  peace  with  God, 
Could  he  more  than  shed  his  blood? 
After  all  his  flow  of  love, 
All  his  drawings  from  above, 
Why  will  ye  your  Lord  deny? 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ? 

2  Turn,  he  cries,  ye  sinners,  turn : 
By  his  life  your  God  hath  sworn, 
He  would  have  you  turn  and  live, 
He  would  all  the  world  receive; 
If  your  death  were  his  delight, 
Would  he  you  to  life  invite  ? 
Would  he  ask,  beseech,  and  cry, 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  while  God  is  near: 
Dare  not  think  him  insincere : 
Now,  e'en  now,  your  Saviour  stands, 
All  day  long  he  spreads  his  hands ; 
Cries,  "  Ye  will  not  happy  be ; 

No,  ye  will  not  come  to  me, — 
Me,  who  life  to  none  deny ; 
Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  ?" 


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4  Can  ye  doubt  if  God  is  love? 
If  to  all  his  bowels  move  ? 
Will  ye  not  his  word  receive  ? 
Will  ye  not  his  oath  believe? 
See,  the  suffering  God  appears ; 
Jesus  weeps,  believe  his  tears! 
Mingled  with  his  blood  they  cry, 
"  Why  will  ye  resolve  to  die  Vs 

C.  M. 

Pilgrim  Band. 

WE'RE  marching  to  the  promised  land, 
A  land  all  fair  and  bright ; 
Come,  join  our  happy  pilgrim  band, 
And  seek  the  plains  of  light. 

Oh  !  come,  and  join  our  Pilgrim  band, 
Our  toils  and  triumphs  share, 

We  soon  shall  reach  the  promised  land, 
And  rest  forever  there. 

2  The  deep  Red  Sea  already  crossed, 

Safe  on  its  banks  we  stood ; 
And  saw  our  foes,  old  Pharaoh's  host, 
Plunged  in  the  angry  flood. 

3  The  Saviour  feeds  his  little  flock; 

His  grace  is  richly  given ; 
The  living  water  from  the  rock, 
And  daily  bread  from  heaven. 

4  To  Canaan's  bounds  he  points  the  way, 

And  guides  our  feet  aright; 
A  cloudy  pillar  leads  by  day; 
A  fiery  one  by  night. 

5  "Come  with  us,  we  will  do  thee  good;" 

Here  is  our  heart  and  hand, 
To  meet  you  over  Jordan's  flood, 
And  share  the  promised  land. 


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6  There  in  that  land  no  tears  are  shed; 
Nor  sigh  escapes  the  heart; 
To  joy's  full  fountain  all  are  led; 
And  there  they  never  part. 


WHY  wanderest  thou  so  far  from  home  ? 
Fly  to  Jesus : 
The  vilest  of  the  vile  may  come: 
Fly  to  Jesus. 

To  the  Saviour  fly — to  Ms  shielding  breast; 

Fly  to  Jesus  ; 
Lay  thy  burden  there — he  will  give  thee  rest ; 

Fly  to  Jesus. 

2  The  tempter  whispers,  " Yet  delay;" 
Resist  his  wiles  and  come  to-day. 

3  To-day  thy  homeward  pathway  trace; 
Long  hast  thou  toiled  in  folly's  ways. 

4  Thy  toils  have  only  brought  thee  woes; 
Oh,  tarry  not — the  door  may  close. 

5  Come  feast  on  joys  divinely  pure : 
Come,  and  eternal  life  secure. 


YOUNG  people  all,  attention  give, 
While  I  address  you  in  God's  name; 
You  who  in  sin  and  folly  live, 

Come  hear  the  counsel  of  a  friend : 
I  sought  for  bliss  in  glitt'ring  toys, 

And  rang'd  the  luring  scenes  of  vice, 
But  never  found  substantial  joys, 
Until  I  heard  my  Saviour's  voice. 

2  He  spake  my  sins  at  once  forgiv'n, 
And  wash'd  my  load  of  guilt  away, 


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He  gave  me  pardon,  peace,  and  heaven, 
And  thus  I  found  the  good  old  way : 

And  now  with  trembling  sense  I  view, 
Huge  billows  roll  beneath  your  feet, 

For  death  eternal  waits  for  you, 

Who  slight  the  force  of  gospel  truth. 

3  Youth,  like  the  spring,  will  soon  be  gone, 

By  fleeting  time,  or  conq'ring  death; 
Yon  morning  sun  may  set  at  noon, 

And  leave  you  ever  in  the  dark: 
Your  sparkling  eyes  and  blooming  cheeks 

Must  wither,  like  the  blasted  rose, 
The  coffin,  earth,  and  winding  sheet, 

Will  soon  your  active  limbs  enclose. 

4  Ye  heedless  ones  that  widely  stroll, 

The  grave  must  soon  become  your  bed ; 
Where  silence  reigns,  and  vapors  roll, 

In  solemn  silence  round  your  head : 
Your  friends  may  pass  that  lonesome  place, 

And  with  a  sigh  move  slowly  on, 
Still  gazing  on  the  spires  of  grass, 

With  which  your  graves  are  overgrown. 

5  But  0,  the  soul !  where  vengeance  reigns, 

It  sinks  with  groans  and  ceaseless  cries, 
It  rolls  amidst  the  burning  flames 

In  endless  wo  and  agonies : 
There  swallow'd  up  in  darkest  night, 

Where  devils  howl,  and  thunders  roar, 
To  rage  in  keen  despair  and  guilt, 

When  thousand,  thousand  years  are  o'er. 

6  0  !  fellow  youth,  this  is  the  state 

Of  all  who  do  free  grace  refuse, 
And  soon  with  you  'twill  be  too  late, 

The  way  of  life  in  Christ  to  choose : 
Come,  lay  your  carnal  weapons  by, 

No  longer  fight  against  your  God ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


45 


But  with  my  mission  now  comply, 
And  heaven  shall  be  your  great  reward. 

44  &  M.  10  10,  11  11. 

YE  thirsty  for  God,  to  Jesus  give  ear, 
And  take,  through  his  blood,  a  pow'r  to 
draw  near ; 
His  kind  invitation,  ye  sinners,  embrace, 
Accepting  salvation,  salvation  by  grace. 

2  Send  down  from  above,  who  governs  the  skies, 
In  vehement  love,  to  sinners  he  cries, 
"Drink  unto  my  Spirit,  who  happy  would  be, 
And  all  things  inherit,  by  coming  to  me." 

3  0  Saviour  of  all,  thy  word  we  believe, 
And  come  at  thy  call,  thy  grace  to  receive : 
The  blessing  is  given  wherever  thou  art : 
The  earnest  of  heaven  is  love  in  the  heart. 

4  To  us  at  thy  feet  the  Comforter  give, 
Who  gasp  to  admit  thy  Spirit,  and  live; 
The  weakest  believers  acknowledge  for  thine, 
And  fill  us  with  rivers  of  water  divine! 

45  T„  M. 

YE  blooming  youth,  I  pray  give  ear, 
A  death-bed  lamentation  hear ! 
Ere  death  shall  blast  the  opening  flower, 
0  make  your  peace  and  calling  sure. 

2  In  pride,  and  wealth,  and  pleasured  maze, 
Fve  spent  the  morning  of  my  days,- 

Did  oft  in  gayest  circles  shine, 

Nor  thought  my  sun  would  e'er  decline. 

3  My  beauty,  once  my  greatest  pride, 
The  cold  and  silent  grave  will  hide ; 
The  rose  so  late  in  sweetest  bloom, 
The  hungry  worm  will  soon  consume. 


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4  Oft  I've  adorned  this  blooming  face, 

My  limbs  have  decked  with  sweetest  grace; 
But  though  so  lovely  and  so  fair, 
The  winding  sheet  I  soon  must  wear. 

5  In  sinful  pleasures  I  have  spent 
The  golden  moments  God  hath  lent; 
And  now,  beneath  his  awful  frown, 
I  soon  shall  sink  in  anguish  down. 

6  Oft  I  have  heard  the  gospel  call, 
But  madly  have  rejected  all ; 
And  now  the  day  of  grace  is  o'er, 
I  sink,  alas  !  to  rise  no  more. 

7  Oft  I  have  felt  the  inward  smart, 

And  anguish  keen  has  seized  my  heart, 
And  oft,  ttlone,  resolved  in  tears, 
To  seek  the  Lord  in  riper  years. 

8  But  with  conviction  still  I  strove, 
Despised  a  Saviour's  offered  love, 
Refused  with  sinful  joys  to  part, 
And  grieved  his  Spirit  from  my  heart. 

9  ISTow  soon  with  me  shall  time  be  o'er: 
My  sun  shall  rise  and  set  no  more; 
But,  sinking  down  in  endless  pain, 
Shall  never,  never  rise  again. 

10  Ye  blooming  youth,  a  long  farewell, 
0  shun  the  path  that  leads  to  hell, 
Seek  now  your  slighted  Saviour's  face, 
~No  more  despise  his  offered  grace. 

11  "No  more  his  loving  Spirit  grieve, 

Lest  he  your  precious  soul  should  leave; 
0  think,  that  ere  to-morrow's  sun 
You  may  forever  be  undone. 

12  0  Christian  friends,  a  long  adieu, 

I've  been  reproved  and  warned  by  you; 


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Oft  have  I  heard  your  weeping  cry, 
"Turn,  sinner,  turn,  why  will  you  die?" 

13  But  mercy  has  forever  fled, 
I  sink  among  the  silent  dead; 
My  life  is  o'er,  my  glass  has  run, 
Farewell  to  all  below  the  sun. 

SEEKING  SALVATION. 
46  c.  M. 

AFFLICTIONS,  though  they  seem  severe, 
In  mercy  oft  are  sent; 
They  stopped  the  Prodigal's  career, 
And  caused  him  to  repent. 

2  Although  he  no  relentings  felt 

Till  he  had  spent  his  store, 
His  stubborn  heart  began  to  melt 
When  famine  pinched  him  sore. 

3  "  What  have  I  gained  by  sin,"  he  said, 

"  But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 

4  "  I'll  go  and  tell  him  all  I've  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face : 
Unworthy  to  be  called  his  son, 
I'll  seek  a  servant's  place." 

5  His  father  saw  him  coming  back: 

He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled ; 
Then  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 

6  "  Father,  I've  sinned,  but  oh,  forgive  !" 

"  Enough,"  the  father  said  : 
"Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourned  as  dead. 


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7  "  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

Go  spread  the  news  around, — 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again; 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found." 

8  'Tis  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 

47  p.  jit. 

AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  guilt  and  thrall  I  found, 
I  knew  not  what  to  do; 
O'erwhelmed  with  guilt,  with  anguish  slain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 
Or  sink  in  endless  wo. 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near; 
I  strove  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain  ; 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  Then  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled, 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head, 

I  no  relief  could  find; 
This  fearful  truth  I  found  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

O'erwhelmed  my  troubled  mind. 

4  Again  did  Sinai's  thunder  roll, 
And  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  unwieldy  load  : 
Alas  !  I  heard  and  found  it  plain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

5  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell, 


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And  broke  the  fowler's  snare; 
But  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

6  "While  thus  my  soul  in  anguish  lay, 
Jesus  of  Naz'reth  passed  that  way, 

I  felt  his  pity  move  : 
The  sinner  by  his  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

7  To  heaven  the  joyful  tidings  flew, 
The  angels  tuned  their  harps  anew, 

And  loftier  sounds  did  raise  : 
All  hail  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Unnumbered  millions  born  again, 

Shall  shout  thy  endless  praise. 


AWAKE  !  0  guilty  world,  awake  ! 
Behold  the  earth's  foundation  shake! 
While  the  Eedeemer  bleeds  for  you  : 
His  death  proclaims  to  all  our  race 
Free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace,  free  grace, 
To  all  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  too ! 

2  Come,  guilty  mortals,  come  and  see 
Your  Saviour  hanging  on  the  tree! 

For  you  all  drest  in  purple  gore; 
His  weight  of  wo  did  veil  the  sun ! 
'Tis  done,  'tis  done,  'tis  done,  'tis  done, 

That  man  might  live  for  evermore  ! 

3  Behold  the  wounded  Lamb  of  God, 
Spreading  his  bleeding  hands  abroad ! 

Come  see  him  yielding  up  to  death  ! 
Behold  him  in  his  agonies ! 
He  dies  !  he  dies  !  he  dies  !  he  dies ! 
And  yields  his  last  expiring  breath. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


4  He  dies,  and  triumphs  over  death, 
To  give  the  dead  immortal  breath, 

And  spread  the  wonders  of  his  name ! 
Shout,  brethren,  shout  with  cheerful  voice; 
Bejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice,  rejoice, 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

49  4  8s,  4  7s. 

EVIEW  the  palsied  sinner's  case, 
Who  sought  for  health  in  Jesus ; 
His  friends  conveyed  him  to  the  place 

Where  he  might  meet  with  Jesus. 
A  multitude  were  thronging  round 

To  keep  them  back  from  Jesus; 
But  from  the  roof  they  let  him  down 
Before  the  face  of  J esus. 

2  Thus,  brethren,  help  these  friends  of  yours 

To  find  their  way  to  Jesus ; 
His  grace  the  worst  diseases  cures ; 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 
The  palsy's  fearful  stroke  they  feel : 

There's  none  can  save  but  Jesus; 
'Tis  he  alone  their  souls  can  heal: 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 

3  The  fainting  souls  by  sin  diseased, 

There's  none  can  save  but  Jesus; 
With  more  than  plague  or  palsy  seized, 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 
The  seeds  of  death  are  sown  within ; 

There's  none  can  save  but  Jesus; 
The  worst  disease  on  earth  is  sin, 

Oh,  help  them  on  to  Jesus. 

4  0  Saviour,  hear  their  mournful  cry, 

And  tell  them  thou  art  Jesus  ; 
Oh,  speak  the  word,  or  they  must  die, 
And  bid  farewell  to  Jesus : 


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Now  let  them  hear  thy  voice  declare, 

Thou  all-sufficient  Jesus, 
That  thou  didst  die  to  hear  their  prayer, 

And  give  them  health  in  Jesus. 

5  The  great  Physician  now  is  near, 

The  sympathizing  Jesus; 
He  speaks  the  drooping  heart  to  cheer, 

Oh,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus: 
Your  many  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

Oh,  hear  the  voice  of  Jesus ; 
Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 

And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus. 

6  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb ! 

I  now  believe  in  Jesus, 
I  love  my  blessed  Saviour's  name, 

I  love  the  name  of  Jesus : 
His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

No  other  name  but  Jesus; 
Oh.  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear 

The  charming  name  of  Jesus ! 

7  Come,  brethren,  help  me  sing  his  praise ; 

Oh,  praise  the  name  of  Jesus; 
And  sisters,  all  your  voices  raise; 

Oh,  bless  the  name  of  Jesus : 
And  when  to  that  bright  world  above 

We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 
We'll  sing  around  the  throne  of  love, 

The  name,  the  name  of  Jesus. 

50  a  m. 

BLESSED  Saviour !  when  my  thoughts  recall 
The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet  ashamed  I  fall, 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 
2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 
Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart! 


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By  earth's  low  cares  detained — betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  From  Jesus,  who  alone  can  give 

True  pleasure,  peace,  and  rest : 
When  absent  from  my  Lord,  I  live 
Unsatisfied,  unblest. 

4  But  he  for  his  own  mercy's  sake 

My  wandering  soul  restores ; 
He  bids  the  mourning  heart  partake 
The  pardon  it  implores. 

5  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  penitential  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind  forgiving  word 
With  pity  in  thine  eye ! 

6  Then  shall  the  mourner  at  thy  feet 

Bejoice  to  seek  thy  face  : 
And  grateful  own  how  kind,  how  sweet, 
Thy  condescending  grace. 

51  X.  M. 

WITH  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes, 
My  guilty  soul  for  mercy  cries ; 
What  shall  I  do,  or  whither  flee, 
T*  escape  that  vengeance  due  to  me  ? 

2  Till  now  I  saw  no  danger  nigh  ,• 
I  lived  at  ease,  nor  feared  to  die; 
Wrapt  up  in  self-deceit  and  pride, 
"I  shall  have  peace  at  last/'  I  cried. 

3  But  when,  Great  God !  thy  light  divine 
Had  shone  on  this  dark  soul  of  mine, 
Then  I  beheld,  with  trembling  awe, 
The  terrors  of  thy  holy  law. 

4  How  dreadful  now  my  guilt  appears, 

In  childhood,  youth,  and  growing  years ! 


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Before  thy  pure,  discerning  eye, 
Lord,  what  a  filthy  wretch  am  I ! 
5  Should  vengeance  still  my  soul  pursue, 
Death  and  destruction  are  my  due ; 
Yet  mercy  can  my  guilt  forgive, 
And  bid  a  dying  sinner  live. 

5  Does  not  thy  sacred  word  proclaim 
Salvation  free  in  Jesus'  name  ? 
To  him  I  look,  and  humbly  cry, 
"  0  save  a  wretch  condemned  to  die !" 

52  P.  M.  8s  &  7s. 

DROOPING  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears; 
Fearful  soul,  be  strong,  be  bold ; 
Tarry  till  thy  Lord  appears, 

Never,  never  quit  thy  hold  ! 
Murmur  not  at  his  delay, 

Dare  not  set  thy  God  a  time : 
Calmly  for  his  coming  stay, 
Leave  it,  leave  it  all  to  him. 

2  Fainting  soul,  be  bold,  be  strong; 

Wait  the  coming  of  thy  Lord, 
Though  it  seem  to  tarry  long, 

True  and  faithful  is  his  word; 
On  his  word  my  soul  I  cast, 

(He  cannot  himself  deny,) 
Surely  it  shall  speak  at  last : 

It  shall  speak,  and  shall  not  lie. 

3  Every  one  that  seeks  shall  find; 

Every  one  that  asks  shall  have 
Christ,  the  Saviour  of  mankind, 

Willing,  able  all  to  save; 
I  shall  his  salvation  see ; 

I  in  faith  on  Jesus  call ; 
I  from  sin  shall  be  set  free, 

Perfectly  set  free  from  all. 


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54  REVIVAL  AND 

4  Lord,  my  time  is  in  thine  hand, 

Weak  and  helpless  as  I  am; 
Surely  thou  canst  make  me  stand ; 

I  believe  in  Jesus'  name; 
Saviour  in  temptation  thou, 

Thou  hast  saved  me  heretofore; 
Thou  from  sin  dost  save  me  now : 

Thou  shalt  save  me  evermore. 

53  a  m. 

ENSLAVED  to  sense,  to  pleasure  prone, 
Fond  of  created  good  : 
Father,  our  helplessness  we  own, 
And  trembling  taste  our  food. 

2  Trembling  we  taste;  for  ah  !  no  more 

To  thee  the  creatures  lead ; 
Changed,  they  exert  a  baneful  power, 
And  poison  while  they  feed. 

3  Cursed  for  the  sake  of  wretched  man, 

They  now  engross  him  whole ; 
With  pleasing  force  on  earth  detain, 
And  sensualize  his  soul. 

4  Grov'ling  on  earth,  we  still  must  lie 

Till  Christ  the  curse  repeal  ; 
Till  Christ,  descending  from  on  high, 
Infected  nature  heal. 

5  Come  then,  our  heavenly  Adam,  come, 

Thy  healing  influence  give  ; 
Hallow  our  food,  reverse  our  doom, 
And  bid  us  eat  and  live. 

S  The  bondage  of  corruption  break ; 
For  this  our  spirits  groan : 
Thy  only  will  we  fain  would  seek; 
0  save  us  from  our  own : 


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7  Turn  the  full  stream  of  nature's  tide ; 

Let  all  our  actions  tend 
To  thee,  their  source ;  thy  love  the  guide, 
Thy  glory  be  the  end. 

8  Earth  then  a  scale  to  heaven  shall  be ; 

Sense  shall  point  out  the  road; 
The  creatures  all  shall  lead  to  thee, 
And  all  we  taste  be  God. 

54  c.  m. 

JESUS,  my  advocate  on  high, 
I  yield  myself  to  thee : 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne 

0  Lord !  remember  me. 

Remember  me,  remember  me, 
0  Lord,  remember  me, 

Remember,  Lord,  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

2  Jesus!  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  bowels  of  thy  love, 
Oh,  Lord  !  remember  me. 

3  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

4  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God! 

1  yield  myself  to  thee ; 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Oh,  Lord!  remember  me. 

5  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile, 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free ; 
Then,  in  thy  all-abounding  grace, 
Oh,  Lord !  remember  me. 


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6  Howe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 

7  And  when  I  close  mine  eyes  in  death, 

And  creature  helps  all  flee, 
Then,  oh,  my  great  Eedeemer,  God! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 

55  &  m. 

HAEK  !  from  the  cross  a  gracious  voice 
Salutes  my  ravish'd  ears, 
Kejoice,  thou  ransomed  soul,  rejoice, 
And  dry  those  falling  tears. 

2  Amazed,  I  turn,  grown  strangely  bold, 

This  wondrous  thing  to  see; 
And  there  my  dying  Lord  behold, 
Stretched  on  the  bloody  tree ! 

3  "  Sinner/'  he  cries,  "  behold  the  head 

This  thorny  wreath  entwines; 
Look  on  these  wounded  hands,  and  read 
Thy  name  in  crimson  lines. 

4  "These  wounds  I  bear,  these  pains  I  feel, 

This  anguish  rends  my  breast, 
That  I  may  save  thy  soul  from  hell, 
And  give  thee  endless  rest." 

5  The  power,  the  sweetness  of  that  voice, 

My  stony  heart  can  move, 
Make  me  in  Christ,  my  Lord,  rejoice, 
And  melt  my  soul  to  love. 

6  No  more  my  harp  neglected  lies, 

With  silent,  broken  strings; 
From  earth  my  soul  has  learned  to  rise, 
And  mount  on  eagles'  wings. 


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7  My  dying  Saviour's  wondrous  love 
On  earth  employs  my  tongue; 
And  when  I  walk  in  white  above, 
That  love  shall  be  my  song. 

56  jp.  a*. 

JESUS,  save  my  dying  soul, 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie, 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face ; 
Grant  the  joy  of  saints  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 

3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known ; 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone : 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross, 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe ; 
"Wilt  thou,  wilt  thou  not  forgive? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie, 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

57  x.  m. 

MY  Lord,  my  Life,  at  last  to  thee, 
The  sinner's  Friend,  for  aid  I  flee ; 
No  other  help,  nor  hope  have  I ; 
Oh !  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

2  Thy  name  is  love — to  me  make  known 
The  grace  for  which  I  pant  and  groan  j 
Thou  only  canst  that  grace  supply; 
Oh  !  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

3  My  guilt  I  own — 'tis  wholly  mine, 
The  power  to  save  is  only  thine ; 


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Canst  thou  that  saving  power  deny? 
Oh !  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

4  I  weep,  I  mourn — but  how  can  tears 
Wash  out  the  harden'd  guilt  of  years  ? 
I  only  on  thy  blood  rely ; 

Oh !  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die  ? 

5  To  save  my  soul  didst  thou  not  bleed? 
Dost  thou  not  live  to  intercede? 

My  Friend,  my  Advocate  on  high, 
Oh!  wilt  thou  let  the  sinner  die? 

6  Oh  no,  oh  no — my  soul  shall  live, 
And  Christ  shall  all  the  praise  receive, 
Shall  live,  his  grace  to  testify; 

Thou  wilt  not  let  the  sinner  die. 


PEAYEE. 

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BRETHREN,  we  have  met  to  worship 
And  adore  the  Lord  our  God : 
"Will  you  pray  with  all  your  power, 
While  we  try  to  preach  the  word  ? 
All  is  vain  unless  the  Spirit 

Of  the  holy  one  comes  down — 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 
Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

2  Brethren,  see  poor  sinners  round  you 

Slumbering  on  the  brink  of  woe, 
Death  is  coming,  hell  is  moving, 

Can  you  bear  to  let  them  go  ? 
See  our  fathers,  and  our  mothers, 

And  our  children  sinking  down; 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 


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3  Brethren,  here  are  poor  backsliders, 

Who  were  once  near  heaven's  door, 
But  they  have  betray'd  their  Saviour, 

And  are  worse  than  e'er  before ) 
Yet  the  Saviour  offers  pardon, 

If  they  will  lament  their  wound, 
Brethren,  pray,  and  holy  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

4  Sisters,  will  you  join  and  help,  as 

Moses'  sister  helped  him, 
While  you  see  the  trembling  sinners 

Who  are  struggling  hard  with  sin? 
Tell  them  all  about  the  Saviour, 

Tell  them  that  he  will  be  found ; 
Pray  on,  sisters,  and  the  manna 

Will  be  shower'd  all  around. 

5  Let  us  love  our  God  supremely, 

Let  us  love  each  other  too, 
Let  us  love  and  pray  for  sinners, 

Till  our  God  makes  all  things  new: 
Then  hell  call  us  home  to  heav'n, 

At  his  table  we'll  sit  down, 
Christ  will  gird  himself  and  serve  us 

With  sweet  manna  all  around. 

59  Ss  &  7s. 

BRETHREN,  here  are  mourners  pleadi 
For  the  mercy  of  the  Lord  : 
Come,  and  for  them,  interceding, 
All  your  promised  help  afford. 

Hear  them,  like  Bartimeus  crying, 
Who  is  this  that  passes  by  1 

Jesus  !  Jesus  !  Son  of  David  ! 
Mercy  grant,  or  else  I  die. 

2  Have  you  not  a  prayer  to  offer  ? 
Can  you  not  their  sorrows  feel  ? 


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Think  on  what  their  souls  must  suffer, 
Till  the  Lord  their  blindness  heal. 

3  They  have  come  to  Christ  their  Saviour, 

All  their  sins  on  him  were  laid: 
While  they  supplicate  his  favor, 

Cheer  them  with  your  promised  aid. 

4  Cannot  two  be  found  agreeing, 

Touching  what  you  seek  from  heaven  ? 
Hear  ye  not  the  Saviour  saying, 
Ask  in  faith,  it  shall  be  given  ? 

Hallelujah  to  the  Saviour  ! 

Who  has  died  that  we  may  live  ; 
In  his  name  we  now  find  favor, 

And  the  blind  their  sight  receive. 

5  Open  now  your  eyes  and  view  him ; 

Blind  they  are,  but  they  shall  see; 
Hark!  he  bids  you  hasten  to  him; 
Jesus  says,  "Come  unto  me." 

6  Now  we  join  our  cheerful  voices, 

And  the  loud  hosanna  raise; 
While  the  angel-throng  rejoices, 
Loftier  be  our  notes  of  praise. 

Hallelujah  !  Judah's  Lion 

Leads  the  conquering  hosts  along  ; 

Lo  !  the  pearly  gates  of  Zion 
Rise  in  echo  to  our  song. 

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COME,  Lord,  dwell  in  my  bosom ! 
There,  there  hast  thou  thy  throne ; 
Thou,  thou  knowest  I  love  thee, 
Deign,  Lord,  to  call  me  thine  own. 

2  Sweet,  sweet  voice  of  my  Jesus, 
Soft  as  music  of  heaven, 


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"Fear  not,  I  have  redeemed  thee — 
Fear  not,  thy  sins  are  forgiven  V 

3  0  then,  dwell  in  my  bosom  ! 

There,  there  reign  on  thy  throne, 
Thou,  thou  knowest  I  love  thee, 
Now  I  am  ever  thine  own. 

61  P.  M.  10  11,  10  11. 

COME,  Lord,  from  above,  the  mountains  re- 
move, 

O'erturn  all  that  hinders  the  course  of  thy  love; 

My  bosom  inspire,  enkindle  the  fire, 

And  wrap  my  whole  soul  in  the  flames  of  desire. 

2  I  languish  and  pine  for  the  comfort  divine, 
0  when  shall  I  say  my  beloved  is  mine! 

I've  chose  the  good  part,  my  portion  thou  art: 

0  Love,  let  me  find  thee,  0  God,  in  my  heart ! 

3  For  this  my  heart  sighs,  nothing  else  can  suffice ; 
How,  Lord,  can  I  purchase  the  pearl  of  great 

price  ? 

It  cannot  be  bought,  thou  know'st  I  have  nought, 
Not  an  action,  a  word,  or  a  truly  good  thought. 

4  But  I  hear  a  voice  say,  without  money  you  may 
Eeceive  it,  whoever  hath  nothing  to  pay : 
Who  on  Jesus  relies,  without  money  or  price, 
The  pearl  of  forgiveness  and  holiness  buys. 

5  The  blessing  is  free,  so,  Lord,  let  it  be : 

1  yield  that  thy  love  should  be  given  to  me; 
I  freely  receive  what  thou  freely  dost  give, 
And  consent  to  thy  love,  in  thine  Eden  to  live. 

6  The  gift  I  embrace,  the  giver  I  praise, 
And  ascribe  my  salvation  to  Jesus'  grace ; 
It  came  from  above,  the  foretaste  I  prove, 
And  I  soon  shall  receive  all  thy  fulness  uf  love. 


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62  r-M. 

DEAR  J esus  !  here  comes  and  knocks  at  thy 
door, 

A  beggar  for  crumbs,  distressed  and  poor, 
Blind,  lame,  and  forsaken,  all  roll'd  in  his  blood, 
At  last  overtaken  when  running  from  God. 

2  To  ask  children's  bread  I  dare  not  presume, 
But,  Lord,  to  be  fed  with  fragments  I  come ; 
Some  crumbs  from  thy  table  0  let  me  obtain, 
For  lo !  thou  art  able  my  wants  to  sustain. 

3  I  own  I  deserve  no  favor  to  see, 

So  long  did  I  swerve  and  wander  from  thee, 
Till  brought  by  affliction  my  follies  to  mourn; 
Now  under  conviction  to  thee  I  return. 

4  For  since  thou  hast  said,  thou'lt  cast  away  none 
"Who  fly  to  thine  aid  as  sinners  undone; 
Now,  Lord,  I  am  come  as  condemned  to  die, 
And  on  this  sweet  promise  I  humbly  rely. 

5  I  cannot  depart,  dear  Jesus,  nor  yield, 

Till  my  poor  heart  feels  this  promise  fulfill'd ; 

That  I  may  forever  a  monument  be, 

To  praise  the  dear  Saviour  of  sinners  like  me. 

63  p.  * 

ENCOURAGED  by  thy  word 
Of  promise  to  the  poor, 
Behold  a  beggar,  Lord, 

Waits  at  thy  mercy's  door: 
No  hand,  no  heart,  0  Lord!  but  thine, 
Can  help  or  pity  wants  like  mine. 

2  The  beggar's  usual  plea, 
Relief  from  men  to  gain, 
If  offer'd  unto  thee, 

I  know  thou  would'st  disdain : 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 

But  those  which  move  thy  gracious  ear, 
Are  such  as  men  would  scorn  to  hear. 

3  I  have  no  right  to  say, 

That  though  I  now  am  poor, 
Yet  once  there  was  a  day 

When  I  possessed  more ; 
Thou  knowest,  from  my  very  birth, 
I've  been  the  poorest  wretch  on  earth. 

4  Nor  dare  I  to  profess, 

As  beggars  often  do, 
Though  great  is  my  distress, 

My  faults  have  been  but  few; 
If  thou  shouldst  leave  my  soul  to  starve, 
It  would  be  what  I  should  deserve. 

5  Nor  dare  I  to  pretend 

I  never  begg'd  before, 
And  if  thou  now  befriend, 

I'll  trouble  thee  no  more  : 
Thou  often  hast  relieved  my  pain, 
And  often  I  must  come  again. 

6  Though  crumbs  are  much  too  good 

For  such  a  wretch  as  I, 
No  less  than  children's  food, 

My  soul  can  satisfy: 
0,  do  not  frown  and  bid  me  go, 
Until  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

7  Nor  can  I  willing  be, 

Thy  bounties  to  conceal 
From  others,  who,  like  me, 

Their  wants  and  hunger  feel ; 
I'll  tell  them  of  thy  mercy's  store, 
And  try  to  send  ten  thousand  more. 

8  Thy  ways,  thou  only  wise, 

Our  ways  and  thoughts  transcend, 


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.Far  as  the  arched  skies 

Above  the  earth  extend : 
Such  pleas  as  mine  men  would  not  hear, 
But  God  receives  the  beggar's  prayer. 

64  jp,  m. 

FATHER  of  mercies,  God  of  love ! 
Oh,  hear  an  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 
Oh,  deign  to  listen  to  my  voice, 
And  bid  this  drooping  heart  rejoice. 

2  I  urge  no  merits  of  my  own, 

For  I,  alas,  am  all  that's  vile ; 
No — when  I  bow  before  thy  throne, 

Dare  to  converse  with  God  awhile, 
Thy  name,  blest  Jesus,  is  my  plea, 
That  dearest,  sweetest  name  to  me. 

3  Within  this  heart  of  mine,  I  feel 

The  weight  of  sin's  oppressive  load. 
Oh,  help!  or  else  I  sink  to  hell — 

Crush'd  by  thine  arm,  avenging  God! 
Entomb'd  within  that  dread  abyss, 
And  exiled  from  the  realms  of  bliss. 

4  But  ah  !  the  thought  alone  is  hell — 

That  prospect  drives  me  to  despair ; 
For  who  can  'mid  those  horrors  dwell  ? 

Or  who  those  dreadful  torments  bear? 
Where  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears, 
Or  beam  of  joy  the  bosom  cheers ! 

5  Yet,  mighty  God  !  thy  powerful  arm 

Can  snatch  me  from  that  dread  abode, 
Can  shield  me  from  th'  impending  harm, 

And  ease  me  of  my  heavy  load : 
One  pardoning  word  can  make  me  whole, 
And  soothe  the  anguish  of  my  soul. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


6  Father  of  mercies,  God  of  Love ! 

Then,  hear  thy  humble  suppliant's 
Bend  from  thy  lofty  seat  above, 

Thy  throne  of  glorious  majesty: 
Oh  !  listen  to  a  sufferer's  voice, 
Then  shall  this  bleeding  heart  rejoice 

65  7s. 

FATHER,  at  thy  call  I  come  ! 
In  thy  bosom  there  is  room 
For  a  guilty  soul  to  hide, 
Pressed  with  grief  on  every  side. 

2  Here  I'll  make  my  piteous  moan — 
Thou  canst  understand  a  groan : 
Here  my  sins  and  sorrows  tell; 
What  I  feel  thou  knowest  well. 

3  Ah,  how  foolish  I  have  been, 
To  obey  the  voice  of  sin — 
To  forget  thy  love  to  me, 
And  to  break  my  vows  to  thee. 

4  Darkness  fills  my  trembling  soul ; 
Floods  of  sorrows  o'er  me  roll ; 
Pity,  Father,  pity  me ; 

All  my  hope's  alone  in  thee. 

66  **  &  7  s. 

FULL  of  trembling  expectation, 
Feeling  much,  and  fearing  more, 
Mighty  God  of  my  salvation, 

I  thy  timely  aid  implore : 
Suffering  Son  of  man,  be  near  me, 

All  my  sufferings  to  sustain, 
By  thy  sorer  griefs  to  cheer  me, 
By  thy  more  than  mortal  pain. 

2  Call  to  mind  that  unknown  anguish 
In  thy  days  of  flesh  below, 
5 


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When  thy  troubled  soul  did  languish 
Under  a  whole  world  of  wo; 

When  thou  didst  our  curse  inherit, 
Groan  beneath  our  guilty  load, 

Burden'd  with  a  wounded  spirit, 
Bruised  by  all  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  By  thy  most  severe  temptation, 

In  the  dark  Satanic  hour; 
By  thy  last  mysterious  passion, 

Screen  me  from  the  adverse  power: 
By  thy  fainting  in  the  garden, 

By  thy  bloody  sweat,  I  pray, 
Write  upon  my  heart  the  pardon, 

Take  my  sins  and  fears  away. 

4  By  the  travail  of  thy  spirit 

By  thine  outcry  on  the  tree, 
By  thine  agonizing  merit: 

In  thy  pangs  remember  me ! 
By  thy  death  I  thee  conjure, 

A  weak,  dying  soul  befriend; 
Make  me  patient  to  endure, 

Make  me  faithful  to  the  end. 

67  8s,  7s  &  4s. 

GENTLY,  Lord,  0,  gently  lead  us 
Through  this  lonely  vale  of  tears ! 
And,  0  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears. 
0  refresh  us ! 
0,  refresh  us  with  thy  grace ! 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us 
From  without  and  from  within, 
Jesus  says  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 
But  will  save  from  every  sin. 
Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Eedeemer's  name. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee 

Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ! 
Therefore  praise  him — 
Praise  the  great  Eedeemer's  name. 

4  0,  that  I  could  now  adore  him, 

Like  the  heavenly  hosts  above, 
Who  forever  bow  before  him, 

And  unceasing  sing  his  love  ! 
Happy  songsters, 
When  shall  I  your  chorus  join. 

68  7s  &  6s. 

GO,  when  the  morning  shineth, 
Go,  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go,  when  the  eve  declineth, 
Go,  in  the  hush  of  night — 
Go,  with  pure  mind  and  feeling; 

Fling  earthly  care  away, 
And,  in  thy  chamber  kneeling, 
Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Remember  all  who  love  thee, 

All  who  are  loved  by  thee; 
Pray,  too,  for  those  who  hate  thee, 

If  any  such  there  be ; 
Then  for  thyself,  in  meekness, 

A  blessing  humbly  claim, 
And  link  with  each  petition 

Thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Or  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee, 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way, 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing 

Of  thy  spirit  raised  above, 


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Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 
Who  is  Mercy,  Truth,  and  Love. 

69  8s  &  7s. 

LET  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour, 
Come,  and  bid  our  jarrings  cease; 
Come,  0  come,  and  reign  forever, 

God  of  love  and  Prince  of  peace ! 
Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep ; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying, 
Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

We've  been  sinners  from  our  youth ; 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

That  shall  teach  us  all  the  truth. 
On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture, 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep ; 
Love's  our  bond,  and  Christ  our  centre, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Christ  alone  our  souls  shall  rest  on, 

Taught  by  him  we  own  his  name; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 

How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame 
Glory!  Glory!  give  him  glory, 

Strong  is  he  his  flock  to  keep ; 
He  will  clear  our  way  before  us, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

70  jp.  m. 

NEARER,  my  God,  to  thee,— 
Nearer  to  thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 

That  raiseth  me 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee ! 


*  CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  comes  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  Yd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heav'n ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me 

In  mercy  giv'n  ,* 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  111  raise; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

5  And  when  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky; 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly; 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, — 

Nearer  to  thee ! 

71  i\  M. 

NAY,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine's  an  urgent  pressing  case. 

2  Dost  thou  ask  me  who  I  am  ? 
Ah !  my  Lord,  thou  know'st  my  name 


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Yet  the  question  gives  a  plea 
To  support  my  suit  with.  thee. 

3  Thou  didst  once  a  wretch  behold, 
In  rebellion  blindly  bold, 
Scorn  thy  grace,  thy  power  defy ; 
That  poor  rebel,  Lord,  was  I. 

4  Once  a  sinner  near  despair 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer; 
Mercy  heard,  and  set  him  free ; 
Lord,  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

5  Many  years  have  passed  since  then, 
Many  changes  I  have  seen, 

Yet  I've  been  upheld  till  now; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

6  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need, 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last? 

7  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold, 
'Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

72  7s,  6  lines. 

NOW  in  Jesus'  name  I  pray, 
Father,  take  my  sins  away; 
Give  me  sight,  I  still  am  blind  ; 
Give  me  all  my  Saviour's  mind ; 
Let  me  enter  into  rest, 
Bless  me — for  I  will  be  blest. 

2  Jesus  is  within  the  veil, 

Still  his  groans  thine  ears  assail; 
Stronger  pleadings  have  I  none, 
Hear  me  for  his  sake  alone; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 

Let  me  enter  into  rest, 
Bless  me-j-for  I  will  be  blest. 

3  My  affections  fix  above, 
Rooted,  grounded  in  thy  love ! 
Let  me  only  Jesus  see, 

Let  me  only  dwell  in  thee, 
Let  me  enter  into  rest, 
Bless  me — for  I  will  be  blest. 

4  Bruise  in  me  the  hateful  foe; 
Perfect  me  in  love  below ; 
Let  me  Adam's  loss  regain, 
Wrestle,  and  the  prize  obtain, 
Let  me  enter  into  rest, 

Bless  me — for  I  will  be  blest. 

73 

OH,  in  that  day,  grant  that  I  may 
Find  mercy,  Lord,  with  thee ! 
Through  Him  who  kept  thy  holy  law, 
Without  a  blemish  or  a  flaw, 
Then  died  upon  the  tree. 

2  Full,  full  of  sin  and  guilt  within, 

No  worthiness  I  plead; 
If  thou  iniquity  shouldst  mark, 
Dismal  my  prospects  were  and  dark, 

Hopeless  my  case  indeed. 

3  Of  merit  none  call  I  my  own, 

But  my  demerits  vast ; 
Think  of  the  merits  of  thy  Son, 
What  he  hath  suffered,  he  hath  done, 

And  I  am  safe  at  last. 

4  Vile,  vile  I  am.  but  this  blest  Lamb 

His  precious  blood  has  spilt; 


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That  blood,  thou  hast  been  pleased  to  say, 
Can  wash  the  foulest  stains  away, 
And  cancel  all  my  guilt. 

5  On  Jesus  I  humbly  rely, 

All  other  trust  abjure ; 
Jesus !  to  thee  alone  I  flee; 
This  hope  shall  like  an  anchor  be, 

Forever  firm  and  sure. 

OH  !  meet  me  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
At  rosy  eve  and  dewy  morn, 
And  cherish  hopes  of  sweet  embrace, 

When  I  from  toil  to  thee  return. 
I  go,  my  Master's  work  to  do, 

His  truth  to  spread,  his  grace  to  show; 
But  while  I  wander,  thoughts  of  you 
Shall  ever  in  my  bosom  glow. 

Oh  !  meet  me  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

At  rosy  eve  and  dewy  morn, 
And  cherish  hopes  of  sweet  embrace, 
When  I  from  toil  to  thee  return. 

2  'Tis  duty's  lofty  voice  I  hear, 

And  hearing  must  obey  the  sound; 
For  notes  of  love  and  friendship  dear 

Are  in  the  sovereign  echo  drowned. 
I  seek  not  fame  nor  glittering  gold, 

Not  these  could  tempt  me  hence  to  roam; 
But,  wandering  sheep,  strayed  from  the  fold, 

I  would  to  Christ  and  heaven  bring  home. 

3  Go,  stay  that  trusting  heart  on  heaven, 

Let  not  those  tears  too  freely  flow : 
And  pray  that  to  our  love  be  given 

Yet  other  interviews  below; 
But  if  to  hearts  so  intertwined, 

His  will  permit  a  stroke  severe ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  73 

If  thine  the  fall,  I'll  haste  to  find 
Thy  rest  in  yonder  happier  sphere. 

4  Or,  if  while  roving  far  from  thee, 

In  quest  of  Israel's  wandering  sheep, 
Shall  come  my  hour  of  destiny, 

And  lull  me  into  death's  cold  sleep; 
Then  follow  thou :  oh,  speed  thy  wing, 

And  to  my  spirit-mansion  come, 
While  I  from  heaven's  bright  walls  shall  sing, 

Come  home,  my  love,  come  quickly  home. 

75  i>.  x.  m. 

SWEET  hour  of  prayer!  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me,  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 

To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless. 
And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face, 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 

3  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
May  I  thy  consolations  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height 
I  view  my  heaven,  and  at  the  sight 
Put  off  this  robe  of  flesh,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize; 
Shouting,  as  I  pass  through  the  air, 
Farewell !  farewell !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 


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76  2  8s,  3  7s  &1  4. 

SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation ! 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain ! 
All  will  come  to  desolation, 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  its  ! 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high ! 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance, 
Every  plant,  should  droop  and  die. 

3  Surely  once  thy  garden  nourished, 

Every  part  looked  gay  and  green; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen ! 

4  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

5  Where  are  those  we  counted  leaders, 

Filled  with  zeal,  and  love,  and  truth  ? 
Old  professors  tall  as  cedars, 
Bright  examples  to  our  youth. 

6  Some  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below ; 
Some,  alas,  we  fear  are  blighted, 
Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

7  Younger  plants — the  sight,  how  pleasant! 

Covered  thick  with  blossoms  stood ; 
But  they  cost  us  grief  at  present, 
Frost  has  nipped  them  in  the  bud. 

8  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 

Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain. 
9  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayer ; 
Let  each  one,  esteemed  thy  servant, 

Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snare. 
10  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 

To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

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TARRY  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 
For  the  day  is  pass4ng  by; 
See,  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 
And  the  night  is  drawing  nigh. 
Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour, 
Pass  me  not  unheeded  by. 

2  Faithful  mem'ry  paints  before  me 

Ev'ry  deed  and  thought  of  sin; 
Open  thou  the  blood-filled  fountain, 

Cleanse  my  guilty  soul  within. 
Tarry  thou  forgiving  Saviour, 

Wash  me  wholly  from  my  sin. 

3  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me 

In  the  bright  days  of  the  past; 
But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 

And  I  linger  here  the  last. 
I  am  lonely,  tarry  with  me 

Till  the  dreary  night  is  passed. 

4  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows, 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west; 
Swift  the  night  of  death  advances, 

Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest? 
Tarry  with  me.  0  my  Saviour, 

Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast. 


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78  3&  M . 

WHEN  gath'ring  clouds  around  I  view, 
And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who,  not  in  vain, 
Experienced  ev'ry  human  pain ; 
He  feels  my  grief,  and  sees  my  fears, 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way, 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue, 
Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do ; 
Still  he,  who  felt  temptation's  pow'r, 
Shall  guard  me  in  that  dang'rous  hour. 

S  When  vexing  thoughts  within  me  rise, 
And,  sore  dismayed,  my  spirit  dies, 
Then  he,  who  once  vouchsafed  to  bear 
The  sick'ning  anguish  of  despair, 
Shall  sweetly  soothe,  shall  gently  dry, 
The  throbbing  heart,  the  streaming  eye. 

4  And,  oh !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  ev'ry  conflict  but  the  last, 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  bed  of  death — for  thou  hast  died: 
Then  point  to  realms  of  endless  day, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away. 

79 

WHILE  wandering  to  and  fro 
In  this  wide  world  of  wo, 
Where  streams  of  sorrow  flow, 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

Give  me  Jesus  ! 

Give  me  Jesus  ! 

You  may  have  all  the  world  I 

Give  me  Jesus  ! 


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2  When  tears  o'erflow  mine  eye, 
When  pressed  by  grief  I  sigh; 
Still  this  shall  be  my  cry, 

Give  me  Jesus ! 

3  When  to  the  mercy-seat 
I  go  my  Lord  to  meet, 

My  heart  shall  still  repeat, 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

4  And  when  my  faith  is  tried, 
In  him  will  I  confide, 

And  all  the  storms  outride  : 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

5  Though  strength  and  friends  should  fail, 
And  foes  my  soul  assail, 

"Through  him  I  shall  prevail. 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

6  And  when  my  toils  are  o'er, 
When  nearing  Jordan's  shore, 
I'll  sing  as  up  I  soar, 

Give  me  Jesus ! 

7  When  at  the  judgment-seat 
I  stand  at  Jesus'  feet; 

When  worlds  on  worlds  shall  meet, 
Give  me  Jesus ! 

8  When  heaven  and  earth  shall  flee, 
When  time  shall  cease  to  be, 
Through  all  eternity, 

Give  me  Jesus ! 

80 

Air. — Sweet  Home. 

WHEN  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like 
prayer ; 


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It  eases,  soothes,  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 

Prayer,  prayer,  0  sweet  prayer, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  When  far  from  the  friends  we  hold  dearest,  we 


"What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart ! 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments  are 
there  : 

0  how  hurtfully  pleasing  till  hallow'd  by  prayer ! 

3  When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's -arms, 
The  siren  sings  sweetly,  or  silently  charms; 
We  listen,  love,  loiter,  are  caught  in  the  snare — 
But,  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer. 

4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers  to 

bliss ; 

Heaven  pours  its  full  streams  through  no  medium 
but  this; 

And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstasy  share, 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  prayer. 


WHE1T  burdened  is  my  breast, 
When  friendless  seems  my  lot, 
When  earth  affords  no  rest, 

And  refuge  I  have  not : 
Father!  if  thou  wilt  suffer  me, 
I  will  arise  and  come  to  thee. 

2  When  conscience  thunders  loud, 
When  sins  in  dread  array 
Upon  my  memory  crowd, 

And  fill  me  with  dismay; 
Yet  glancing  once  on  Calvary, 
Father !  I'll  rise  and  come  to  thee. 


part, 


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3  And  if  I  am  a  child, 

But  have  backslidden  still, 
And  filled  with  projects  wild, 

Have  followed  my  own  will ; 
Yet  penitent,  resolved  I'll  be, 
Father !  to  rise  and  come  to  thee. 

4  And  thou  in  love  wilt  turn 

To  thy  poor  rebel  child; 
Nor  let  thine  anger  burn, 

Though  sin  my  heart  beguiled  : 
Thy  voice  shall  greet  me  graciously, 
"Arise  !  arise  !  and  come  to  me." 


WHEN  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tem- 
pest  is  streaming, 
When  o'er  the  dark  waves  the  red  lightning  is 
gleaming, 

Nor  hope  lends  a  ray  the  poor  seamen  to 
cherish; 

"We  fly  to  our  Maker;  "Save,  Lord!  or  we 
perish!" 

2  0  Jesus,  once  rocked  on  the  breast  of  the  billow, 
Aroused  by  the  shriek  of  despair  from  thy 

pillow, 

Now  seated  in  glory,  the  mariner  cherish, 
"Who  cries  in  his  anguish,  "  Save,  Lord  !  or  we 
perish." 

3  And  0!  when  the  whirlwind  of  passion  is 

raging, 

"When  sin  in  our  hearts  its  wild  warfare  is 
waging, 

Then  send  down  thy  Spirit  thy  ransomed  to 
cherish, 

Rebuke  the  destroyer;  "Save,  Lord!  or  we 
perish !" 


82 


P.M. 


80 


REVIVAL  AND 


83 


YES,  there's  one  place  like  home — 'tis  God's 
holy  shrine, 
Where  high  thoughts  are  kindled,  and  feelings 

divine; 

How  the  Spirit's  sweet  breathings  calm  peace 
can  impart, 

In  the  home  of  devotion — the  home  of  the  heart. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

The  home  of  devotion,  the  home  of  the  heart. 

2  As  weary  and  sad,  through  this  lone  "  vale  of 

tears/' 

Our  steps  we  pursue,  filled  with  doubts  and 
with  fears; 

On  Jesus'  kind  breast  we  repose  all  our  care, 
In  this  home  of  devotion — this  sweet  home  of 
prayer. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  homef 

The  home  of  devotion,  the  sweet  home  of  'prayer. 

3  As  the  Sabbath's  calm  hours  we  delightfully 

spend, 

In  holding  high  converse  with  Jesus,  our 
Friend ; 

Though  often  our  thoughts  to  our  absent  friends 

roam,  f 
We  feel  that  God's  house  is  the  Christian's  own 

home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
We  feel  that  God's  house  is  the  Christian's  own 


4  And  trusting  in  Jesus,  almighty  to  save, 

We  rob  death  of  its  sting — of  its  victory  the 
grave ; 


home. 


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All  honor,  and  glory,  and  praise  shall  be  given, 
While  we  swell  the  full  song  in  that  better  home 

— HEAVEN. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  when  shall  I  dwell  in  my  better  home,  heaven  t 

CHRISTIAN  EXPERIENCE. 

84  />.  x.  M. 

A SOLDIER,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made, 
Thou  art  my  captain,  king,  and  head, 
And  under  thee  I  mean  to  fight 
The  fight  of  faith  with  all  my  might. 
The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood, 
The  ensign  of  our  conquering  Lord, 
The  Christian  soldier's  standard  is, 
And  I  will  fight  for  King  Jesus. 

2  Grant  me  the  arrows  of  thy  word, 
Thy  Spirit's  powerful  two-edged  sword, 
To  slay  my  foes  where'er  they  be, 
And  own  the  victory  won  by  thee ; 
That  I  a  duteous  child  may  be, 

To  stand  and  fight  the  enemy; 

That  when  the  alarm's  to  call,  the  Lord 

May  pass  the  word  unto  the  guard. 

3  Thou  art  my  guard,  keep  me,  I  pray, 
That  I  may  walk  the  narrow  way, 
Nor  from  my  duty  e'er  depart, 

But  live  to  Christ  with  all  my  heart; 
Help  me  to  keep  my  guardian  dress, 
And  march  to  th'  right  in  holiness ; 
0  make  me  pure  and  spotless  too, 
And  fit  to  stand  the  grand  review. 

4  And  when  our  general  he  has  come 
With  sound  of  trumpet — not  with  drum, 


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REVIVAL  AND 


And  when  our  well-dressed  rank  shall  stand 

In  full  review  at  God's  right  hand, 

It's  then  the  enemy  he'll  rout, 

And  make  them  wheel  to  the  left  about ; 

Then  we'll  march  up  the  heavenly  street, 

And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus'  feet. 

5  The  war  is  o'er,  and  we  are  free 
To  join  the  blood-washed  company, 
Our  wages  shall  be  crowns  of  gold, 
And  joys  of  heaven  that  can't  be  told. 
There,  like  our  glorious  Lord,  we'll  shine, 
In  heavenly  concert  we  shall  join, 
And  praises  on  the  highest  key, 
Shall  be  our  theme  eternally. 

85  p.  m- 

A~SD  are  our  joys  so  quickly  fled  ? 
We,  who  were  filled  with  living  bread, 
With  calm  delight  and  peace; 
Constrained,  into  the  ship  we  go, 
And  now  the  boist'rous  vi'lence  know 
Of  these  strong  winds  and  seas. 

2  To  shipwreck  our  weak  faith  and  hope, 
Satan  has  raised  a  tempest  up; 

Prince  of  the  lower  air, 
The  world  he  actuates  and  guides, 
And  in  that  troubled  ocean  rides, 

And  reigns  despotic  there. 

3  But  lo  !  in  our  distress  we  see 
The  Saviour  walking  on  the  sea, 

Even  now  he  passes  by  ; 
He  silences  our  clam'rous  fear, 
And  mildly  says,  "  Be  of  good  cheer, 

Be  not  afraid,  'tis  I." 

4  "'Tis  I,  who  bought  you  with  my  blood! 
'Tis  I,  who  bring  you  washed  to  God ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


'Tis  I,  the  sinner's  friend! 
'Tis  I,  in  whom  you  pardon  have ! 
Who  speak  the  truth,  mighty  to  save, 

And  love  you  to  the  end/' 

5  Ah!  Lord,  if  it  be  thou  indeed, 
So  near  us  in  the  time  of  need, 

So  good,  so  strong  to  save ; 
Stretch  out  thy  hand  and  ask  me,  "  Why, 
Why  didst  thou  doubt  or  fear,  when  I, 

Thy  Lord,  had  bid  thee  live?" 

86  kM. 

ADIEU,  my  dear  brethren,  adieu, 
Reluctant  I  give  you  my  hand, 
No  more  to  assemble  with  you, 

Till  we  on  Mount  Zion  shall  stand. 
My  heart  swells  with  tender  regret 

To  leave  your  embraces  so  soon, 
Though  heaven  my  course  must  direct, 
And  others  succeed  in  my  room. 

2  Your  acts  of  benevolence  past, 

Your  gentle,  compassionate  love, 
Henceforth  in  my  mem'ry  shall  last, 

Though  far  from  your  sight  I  remove, 
While  roving  the  wilds  of  the  west, 

When  through  foreign  regions  I  steer, 
Still  friendship  inspiring  my  breast, 

Shall  then  drop  her  own  native  tear. 

3  Our  labors  will  shortly  subside, 

For  vigor  and  life  must  decay, 
But  wisdom  and  truth  shall  abide 

To  pilot  our  souls  on  the  way. 
As  time  rolls  his  seasons  around, 

And  truth  shall  new  teachers  inspire, 
0  may  we  in  love  still  abound, 

And  after  new  conquests  aspire. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


4  Our  seasons  of  converse  are  o'er, 

Till  mortal  commotions  are  past, 
Till  nature  and  time  are  no  more, 

Or  we  are  in  Paradise  blest, 
Sweet  comforting  Spirit,  draw  near, 

And  shed  forth  thy  luminous  rays, 
My  parting  reflections  to  cheer, 

And  change  lamentation  to  praise. 

5  0  may  we  conform  to  his  will, 

Aspiring  for  glory  and  peace, 
Our  covenant  vows  to  fulfil, 

Till  Jesus  shall  sign  our  release. 
Till  suddenly  wafted  above, 

Where  saints  in  sweet  harmony  meet, 
To  feel  all  the  pleasures  of  love, 

And  each  happy  conqueror  greet. 

87  8,  8,  6. 

HOW  happy  are  the  favored  few, 
Who  live  below  as  angels  do 
In  blissful  bowers  above  ! 
Serenely  calm,  with  sweet  content, 
Their  days,  like  days  in  heaven,  are  spent 
In  holiness  and  love. 

2  Say,  what  to  them  is  pleasure's  voice? 
Or  glory's  flame  ?  or  wealth's  gay  toys  ? 

Or  all  earth  boasts  besides  ? 
This  world  is  but  their  pilgrim  rest; 
And  onward  to  their  home  they  haste, 

Where  .Christ  their  Lord  abides. 

3  The  ills  that  o'er  their  pathway  cross, 
Disease,  and  poverty,  and  loss, 

Are  servants  in  disguise  j 
Who  aid  them  in  the  holy  strife, 
To  seize  the  crown  of  endless  life  : — 

Bright  heaven's  enduring  prize. 


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4  How  peaceful  their  communings  are, 

Who  thus,  with  Christ,  their  Saviour,  share 

The  Father's  boundless  grace  ! 
Assured  of  his  unfailing  love, 
Their  hopes,  their  joys  are  all  above — 

In  heaven  their  native  place. 

5  Let  storm  on  storm  in  angry  mood, 

And  earthquake  dire,  and  flame  and  flood, 

In  all  their  fury  rise : 
Their  steady  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 
For  lo !  their  Father,  God,  is  near, 

Who  rules  both  earth  and  skies. 

6  Oh !  let  me  with  that  radiant  band 
Unite  my  trembling  heart  and  hand; 

ISTor  thence  again  be  riven : 
In  life,  in  death,  oh !  let  me  be 
One  of  that  goodly  company,' 

And  shine  with  them  in  heaven. 

88  4  lines  lis. 

A~N  alien  from  God,  and  a  stranger  to  grace, 
I  wandered  through  earth,  its  gay  pleasures 
to  trace ; 

In  the  pathway  of  sin  I  continued  to  roam, 
Unmindful,  alas !  that  it  led  me  from  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  I 

0  Saviour  !  direct  me  to  heaven,  my  home. 

2  The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away, 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting,  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth,  and  a  mansion  in  heaven. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  siveet  home  ! 

The  saints  in  those  mansions  are  ever  at  home  ! 

3  Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms! 
The  Saviour  invites  me,  I'll  go  to  his  arms ; 


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REVIVAL  AND 


At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room, 
Oh,  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home ! 

Some,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home, 

0  Jesus,  conduct  me,  to  heaven  my  home  ! 

4  Farewell  vain  amusements,  my  follies  adieu, 
While  Jesus,  and  heaven,  and  glory  I  view : 

I  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

Oh,  when  shall  I  share  the  fruition  of  home  ? 

5  The  days  of  my  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 
"Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my 
throne, 

And  dwell  in  my  presence  forever  at  home." 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

Oh,  there  I  shall  rest  with  the  Saviour  at  home. 

6  Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  shall  unite  to  be  parted  no  more ; 
There  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  homx,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

They  dwell  with  the  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

89  m 

A POOR  wayfaring  man  of  grief 
Hath  often  crossed  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay : 
I  had  no  power  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went,  or  whence  he  came ; 
Yet  there  was  something  in  his  eye 
That  won  my  love,  I  knew  not  why. 


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37 


2  Once,  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  entered — not  a  word  he  spake; 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread; 
I  gave  him  all — he  blessed  it,  brake, 

And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again  : 

Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then; 

And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 

The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

§  I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst 

Clear  from  the  rock, — his  strength  was  gone 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on. 
I  ran  and  raised  the  sufferer  up, 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drained  my  cup, 
Dipped,  and  returned  it  running  o'er : 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more. 

4  'Twas  night;  the  floods  were  out;  it  blew 

A  winter  hurricane  aloof ; 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof  : 
I  warmed,  I  clothed,  and  cheered  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  my  own  couch  to  rest, 
Then  made  the  earth  my  bed,  and  seemed 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dreamed. 

5  Stripped,  wounded,  beaten,  nigh  to  death, 

I  found  him  by  the  highway-side; 
I  roused  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Kevived  his  spirit,  and  supplied 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment;  he  was  healed  : 
I  had  myself  a  wound  concealed, 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart. 

6  In  prison  I  saw  him  next,  condemned 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn ; 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemmed, 
And  honored  him  mid  shame  and  scorn  : 


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My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  asked  if  I  for  him  would  die : 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will  \" 

7  Then  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 

The  stranger  darted  from  disguise ; 
The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew; 

My  Saviour  stood  before  my  eyes ! 
He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named — 
"  Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashamed ; 
These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be; 
Fear  not,  thou  didst  them  unto  me." 

90  p<  m.  io  io,  ii  li. 

ALL  thanks  to  the  Lamb,  who  gives  us  to  meet : 
His  love  we  proclaim,  his  praises  repeat : 
We  own  him  our  Jesus,  continually  near, 
To  pardon  and  bless  us,  and  perfect  us  here. 

2  In  him  we  have  peace,  in  him  we  have  power, 
Preserved  by  his  grace  throughout  the  dark 

hour: 

In  all  our  temptation  he  keeps  us,  to  prove 
His  utmost  salvation,  his  fulness  of  love. 

3  Pronounce  the  glad  word,  and  bid  us  be  free ; 
Ah !  hast  thou  not,  Lord,  a  blessing  for  me  ? 
The  peace  thou  hast  given  this  moment  impart, 
And  open  thy  heaven,  0  love,  in  my  heart. 

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AFFLICTED  saint!  to  Christ  draw  near; 
Thy  Saviour's  gracious  promise  hear : 
His  faithful  word  declares  to  thee, 
That  u  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

2  Thy  faith  is  weak,  thy  foes  are  strong ; 
And  if  the  conflict  should  be  long, 


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Thy  Lord  will  make  the  tempter  flee ; 
For  "as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

3  Should  persecution  rage  and  flame, 
Still  trust  in  thy  Redeemer's  name : 
In  fiery  trials  thou  shalt  see, 

That  "as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

4  When  call'd  by  Him  to  bear  the  cross, 
Reproach,  affliction,  pain,  or  loss, 

Or  deep  distress  and  poverty, 

Still  "  as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

5  When  death  at  length  appears  in  view, 
Christ's  presence  shall  thy  fears  subdue : 
He'll  come  to  set  thy  spirit  free, 

And  "as  thy  day,  thy  strength  shall  be." 

92  p- 

BRIGHT  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense, 
And  all  my  passions  capture, 
Eternal  beauties  round  me  shine, 

Infusing  warmest  rapture. 
I  dive  in  pleasures,  deep  and  full 

In  swelling  waves  of  glory, 
And  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  soul, 
And  groan  to  tell  my  story. 

2  I  feast  on  honey,  milk,  and  wine, 

I  drink  perpetual  sweetness ; 
Mount  Zion's  beauties  round  me  shine, 

While  Christ  unfolds  his  glory  ! 
No  mortal  tongue  can  show  my  joys, 

Nor  can  an  angel  tell  them ; 
Ten  thousand  times  surpassing  all 

Terrestrial  worlds  or  emblems. 

3  The  bliss  that  rolls  through  those  above, 

Through  those  in  glory  seated, 


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Which  causes  them  loud  songs  to  sing, 

Ten  thousand  times  repeated — 
Dart  through  my  soul  in  radiant  flame, 

Constraining  loudest  praises: 
O'erwhelming  all  my  powers  with  joy, 

While  all  within  me  blazes. 

4  When  earth  and  sea  shall  be  no  more, 

And  all  their  glory  perish ; 
When  sun  and  moon  shall  cease  to  shine, 

And  stars  at  midnight  languish, 
My  joys  refin'd  shall  higher  shine 

With  heav'n's  radiant  glory, 
And  tell  through  one  eternal  day, 

Love's  all  immortal  story. 

93  p.  m. 

BEGONE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near, 
And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear ; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will  perform; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at  the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide ; 
Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  creatures  all 

fail, 

The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely  prevail. 

3  His  love,  in  time  past,  forbids  me  to  think 
He'll  leave  me  at  last  in  trouble  to  sink; 
Each  sweet  Ebenezer  I  have  in  review, 
Confirms  his  good  pleasure  to  help  me  quite 

through. 

4  Determined  to  save,  he  watched  o'er  my  path, 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported  with  death : 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put  me  to 

shame  ? 


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01 


5  Why  should  I  complain  of  want  or  distress, 
Temptation  or  pain  ? — he  told  me  no  less ; 
The  heirs  of  salvation,  I  know  from  his  word, 
Through  much  tribulation  must  follow  their 

Lord. 

6  How  bitter  that  cup  no  heart  can  conceive, 
Which  he  drank  quite  up  that  sinners  might 

live ! 

His  way  was  much  rougher  and  darker  than 
mine; 

Did  Christ,  my  Lord,  suffer,  and  shall  I  repine? 

7  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my  good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine  is  food ; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease  before 

long, 

And  then,  0  how  pleasant  the  conqueror's  song ! 

COME,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell 
The  wonders  of  Immanuel ; 
Who  sav'd  me  from  a  burning  hell 
And  brought  my  soul  with  him  to  dwell, 
And  gave  me  heavenly  union. 

2  When  Jesus  saw  me  from  on  high, 
Beheld  my  soul  in  ruin  lie, 

He  look'd  on  me  with  pitying  eye, 
And  said  to  me  as  he  pass'd  by, 
With  God  you  have  no  union. 

3  Then  I  began  to  weep  and  pray, 
I  look'd  this  way  and  that  to  fly, 
It  grieved  me  sore  that  I  must  die, 
I  sought  salvation  for  to  buy, 

But  still  I  found  no  union. 

4  But  when  I  hated  all  my  sins, 
My  dear  Eedeemer  took  me  in, 


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And  with  his  blood  he  wash'd  me  clean, 
And  0  what  seasons  I  have  seen 
E'er  since  I  felt  this  union. 

5  I  prais'd  the  Lord  both  night  and  day, 
I  went  from  house  to  house  to  pray, 
And  if  I  met  one  on  the  way, 

I  always  found  something  to  say, 
About  this  heavenly  union. 

6  I  wonder  why  old  saints  don't  sing, 
And  praise  the  Lord  upon  the  wing, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
With  loud  hosannas  to  our  king, 

Who  brought  our  souls  to  union. 

7  Come,  poor  backslider,  come  away, 
And  mind  to  do  as  well  as  say, 
And  learn  to  watch  as  well  as  pray, 
And  bear  your  cross  from  day  to  day, 

And  then  you'll  feel  this  union. 

8  0 !  could  I  like  an  angel  sound 
Salvation  through  the  earth  around, 
The  devil's  kingdom  to  confound, 
I'd  triumph  on  Immanuel's  ground, 

And  spread  this  heavenly  union. 

9  Come,  heaven  and  earth  unite  your  lays, 
And  give  to  Jesus  endless  praise, 

And  thou,  my  soul,  look  on  and  gaze, 
He  weeps,  he  bleeds,  thy  debt  he  pays, 
To  give  thee  heavenly  union. 

10  We  soon  shall  leave  all  things  below, 
And  quit  this  vale  of  pain  and  wo, 
And  then  we'll  all  to  glory  go, 
And  there  we'll  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
And  feel  a  perfect  union. 


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11  There  we  the  glorious  Lamb  shall  see, 
Who  groan'd  and  died  upon  the  tree, 
Who  spilFd  his  blood  to  set  us  free, 
That  we  might  his  salvation  see, 

And  feel  a  gracious  union. 

12  Almighty  God,  teach  heart  and  tongue, 
To  thee  to  raise  a  grateful  song, 

All  praises  to  thy  name  belong, 
Let  Zion  sing,  thy  kingdom  come, 
And  fill  the  world  with  union. 


COME,  my  brethren,  let  us  try,  for  a  little 
season, 

Every  burden  to  lay  by;  come,  and  let  us 
reason. 

What  is  this  that  casts  you  down  ?  what  is  this 

that  grieves  you  ? 
Speak,  and  let  the  worst  be  known,  speaking 

may  relieve  you. 

2  Christ  at  times  by  faith  I  view,  and  it  doth  re- 

lieve me, 

But  my  doubts  return  anew,  they  are  those  that 
grieve  me. 

Troubled  like  the  restless  sea,  feeble,  faint,  and 
fearful, 

Plagued  with  every  sore  disease,  how  can  I  be 
cheerful  ? 

3  Think  on  what  your  Saviour  bore  in  the  gloomy 

garden, 

Sweating  blood  at  every  pore  to  procure  thy 
pardon ; 

View  him  nailed  to  the  tree,  bleeding,  groaning, 
dying, 

Since  he  suffered  this  for  thee,  therefore  be  be- 
lieving. 


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94 


KEVIVAL  AND 


4  Joseph  took  his  body  down,  shrouded  it  in  linen, 
Laid  it  in   the   silent   tomb,  and  returned 

mourning  \ 

Jesus  rises  from  the  tomb,  angels  tell  the  story: 
See  what  glory  shines  around,  hallelujah,  glory. 

5  Brethren,  don't  you  feel  the  flame  ?  sisters,  don't 

you  love  him  ? 
Let  us  join  to  praise  his  name,  let  us  never 
grieve  him ; 

Soon  we'll  meet  to  part  no  more,  soon  we'll 

meet  in  heaven, 
There  we'll  join  the  saints  above,  and  forever 

praise  him. 

96  4  8s&2  6s. 

COME,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 
In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  : 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

2  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high; 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

The  fountain  ne'er  runs  dry. 

3  Oh,  when  we  once  shall  dwell  above, 
Around  the  dazzling  throne  of  love, 

Where  heavenly  glory  beams ; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  people  through 
The  groves  of  bliss  forever  new — 

Watered  with  living  streams. 

4  Triumphantly  we  there  shall  sing 
The  conquests  of  our  Saviour  king — 


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When  all  his  saints  get  home: 
Come,  hasten  on  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there  : 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

5  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 
I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

When  all  our  toils  are  o'er; 
Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 

97  8  lines,  7s  &  9s. 

BBETHBEN,  hear  the  martial  sound, 
The  gospel  trumpet  now  is  blowing; 
Men  in  order  'listing  round, 

And  soldiers  to  the  standard  flowing! 
Bounty's  offered — joy  and  peace — 

To  every  soldier  this  is  given; 
When  from  toil  and  war  they  cease, 
A  mansion  bright  prepared  in  heaven. 

2  Those  who  long  in  debt  have  laid, 

And  feel  the  hand  of  sore  oppression, 
Have  their  debts  all  freely  paid, 

And  share  at  once  a  rich  possession  : 
Lo !  the  sick,  the  blind,  the  dumb, 

Leave  all  their  maladies  behind  them  ! 
See,  the  sinners,  when  they  come, 

Feel  love's  sweet  bonds  completely  bind  them. 

3  Victory  is  not  to  the  strong; 

The  burden's  on  our  Captain's  shoulder; 
None  so  aged,  none  so  young, 

But  he  may  'list  and  be  a  soldier; 
Those  who  cannot  fight  or  fly — 

Beneath  this  banner  find  protection ; 
None  who  on  his  name  rely 

Shall  be  reduced  to  base  subjection. 


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4  Fear  ye  not,  the  cause  is  good ; 

Come — who  will  to  the  crown  aspire: 
In  this  cause  the  martyrs  stood, 

And  shouted  victory  in  the  fire. 
In  this  cause  we'll  follow  on  ; 

And  soon  we'll  tell  the  wondrous  story, 
How,  by  faith,  we  won  the  crown, 

And  fought  our  way  to  life  and  glory. 

5  Lo,  the  battle  is  begun, 

Behold  the  armies  now  in  motion ! 
Some  the  fight  have  almost  won, 

And  grasp  by  faith  their  future  portion ! 
Hark  !  the  victors  sing  aloud; 

Immanuel's  chariot  wheels  are  rolling ; 
Mourners  weeping  through  the  crowd, 

And  Satan's  throne  like  lightning  falling. 

6  JSTow,  ye  sinners,  come,  enlist, 

The  officers  are  still  recruiting ; 
Will  you  still  in  sin  persist, 

And  spend  your  time  in  vain  disputing? 
All  your  caviling  is  in  vain ; 

And  if  you  do  not  sue  for  favor, 
Down  you'll  sink  to  endless  pain, 

To  bear  the  wrath  of  God  forever. 

98  p.  m, 

COME,  sisters  and  brothers,  who  love  one 
another, 

And  have  done  so  for  years  that  are  gone, 
How  often  we've  met  him,  in  sweet  heavenly 
union, 

"Who  opens  the  way  to  God's  throne ; 
"While  we  run  in  the  bright,  shining  way, 
With  joy  and  thanksgiving  we'll  praise  him 
who  loved  us, 
Though  we  part  here  in  body,  we're  bound  for 
one  glory, 
And  bound  for  each  other  to  pray. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  97 


2  There  was  Joshua  and  Joseph,  Elias  and  Moses, 

Who  prayed  as  they  journeyed  along; 
There  was  Abra'm  and  Isaac,  and  Jacob  and 
David, 

And  Solomon,  Stephen,  and  John  : 
There  was  Simeon  and  Anna,  and  I  don't  know 
how  many, 

Who  prayed,  and  God  heard  from  his  throne  ; 
Some  cast  among  lions,  some  bound  with  rough 
irons, 

Yet  glory  and  praises  they  sung. 

3  Some  tell  us  that  praying,  and  also  that  praising, 

Is  labor  that's  all  spent  in  vain  ; 
But  we  have  such  witness  that  God  hears  with 
swiftness,  * 
From  praying  we  will  not  refrain  : 
There  was  old  father  ISToah,  and  ten  thousand 
more, 

Who  witnessed  that  God  heard  them  pray; 
There  was  Samuel  and  Hannah,  Paul,  Silas, 
and  Peter, 
And  Daniel  and  Jonah  will  say, 

4  That  God  by  his  Spirit,  or  an  angel  doth  visit, 

Our  souls  and  our  bodies  while  praying; 
Shall  we  all  go  fainting,  while  they  all  go 
praising, 
And  glorify  God  in  the  flame? 
God  grant  us  to  inherit  the  same  praying  spirit, 

While  onward  we  journey  below, 
So  that  when  we  cease  praying,  we  may  not 
cease  praising, 
But  around  God's  bright  throne  we  may  bow. 

99  1-9  &  11-9. 

COME  away  to  the  skies,  my  beloved  arise, 
And  rejoice  in  the  day  thou  wast  born : 


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On  this  festival  day  come  exulting  away, 
And  with  singing  to  Sion  return. 

2  We  have  laid  up  our  love  and  our  treasure  above, 

Though  our  bodies  continue  below  : 
The  redeemed  of  our  Lord,  we  remember  his 
word, 

And  with  singing  to  paradise  go. 

3  "With  singing  we  praise  the  original  grace, 

By  our  heavenly  Father  bestowed ; 
Our  being  receive  from  his  bounty,  and  live 
To  the  honor  and  glory  of  God. 

4  For  thy  glory  we  are  created  to  share 

Both  the  nature  and  kingdom  divine : 
Created  again,  that  our  souls  may  remain 
In  time  and  eternity  thine. 

5  With  thanks  we  approve  the  design  of  thy  love 

Which  hath  joined  us  in  Jesus'  name; 
So  united  in  heart  that  we  never  can  part, 
Till  we  meet  at  the  feast  of  the  Lamb. 

6  There,  there  at  his  feet,  we  shall  suddenly  meet, 

And  be  parted  in  body  no  more ! 
We  shall  sing  to  our  lyres  with  the  heavenly 
choirs, 

And  our  Saviour  in  glory  adore. 

7  Hallelujah  we  sing  to  our  Father  and  king, 

And  his  rapturous  praises  repeat ; 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  hallelujah  again, 
Sing  all  heaven,  and  fall  at  his  feet ! 

8  In  assurance  of  hope,  we  to  Jesus  look  up, 

Till  his  banner  unfurled  in  the  air 
From  our  graves  we  shall  see,  and  cry  out,  "  It 
is  he  V 

And  fly  up  to  acknowledge  him  there. 


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100  us. 

FROM  gloomy  dejection  my  thoughts  mount 
the  sky, 

And  realms  ever  peaceful,  transported  descry; 
There  joys  ever  blooming  enrapture  the  soul, 
And  rivers  of  pleasure  incessantly  roll. 

2  If  such  be  my  portion,  why  should  I  complain? 
Why  cherish  despondence,  why  sadness  retain? 
Is  sorrow  then  meet  for  an  heir  of  the  skies, 
Who  shortly  to  blessings  unbounded  shall  rise? 

3  No  longer  I'll  murmur,  no  longer  repine, 

But  joy  'mid  all  troubles,  since  heaven  is  mine; 

Then  deep  in  oblivion  be  sunk  every  fear, 

Be  erased  from  my  bosom  each  trace  of  despair. 

4  How  glorious  the  scheme  that  grace  doth  en- 

hance, 

Our  hopes  to  enliven,  our  bliss  to  advance ! 
It  fills  me  with  transport,  my  joys  overflow, 
Too  big  for  expression,  ecstatic  they  grow. 

5  0  aid  me,  ye  angels,  its  wonders  to  tell,  # 
Encompass  the  theme,  in  full  symphony  dwell; 
But  still  it  enlarges — no  angel  can  scan 

The  scheme  of  redemption,  the  wonderful  plan. 

101  €.  M. 

FROM  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain, 
And  from  this  earthly  clod, 
Arise,  my  soul,  and  strive  to  gain 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

2  Say,  what  is  there  below  the  sky, 
O'er  all  the  paths  thou'st  trod, 
Can  suit  thy  wishes  or  thy  joys, 
Like  fellowship  with  God. 


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3  Not  life,  nor  all  the  toys  of  art, 

Nor  pleasure's  flow'ry  road, 
Can  to  my  soul  such  bliss  impart, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

4  Not  health  or  friendship  here  below, 

Nor  wealth,  that  golden  load, 
Can  such  delights  and  comforts  show, 
As  fellowship  with  God. 

5  "When  I  in  love  am  made  to  bear 

Affliction's  needful  rod, 
Light,  sweet,  and  kind  the  strokes  appear, 
Through  fellowship  with  God. 

6  In  fierce  temptation's  fiery  blast, 

And  dark  distraction's  road, 
I'm  happy,  if  I  can  but  taste 
Some  fellowship  with  God. 

7  And  when  the  icy  arms  of  death 

Shall  chill  my  flowing  blood, 
With  joy  I'll  yield  my  latest  breath 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

8  When  I  at  last  to  heaven  ascend, 

And  join  that  blest  abode — 
There  an  eternity  I'll  spend 
In  fellowship  with  God. 

102  6  lines,  8s. 

FOUNTAIN  of  life  and  all  my  joy, 
Jesus,  thy  mercies  I  embrace; 
The  breath  thou  giv'st,  for  thee  employ, 

And  wait  to  taste  thy  perfect  grace ; 
No  more  forsaken  and  forlorn, 
I  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born ! 

2  Preserved  through  faith,  by  power  divine, 
A  miracle  of  grace  I  stand ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  101 


I  prove  the  strength  of  Jesus  mine ! 

Jesus,  upheld  by  thy  right  hand, 
Though  in  my  flesh  I  feel  the  thorn, 
I  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born. 

3  Weary  of  life,  through  inbred  sin, 

I  was,  but  now  defy  its  power  j 
When  as  a  flood  the  foe  comes  in, 

My  soul  is  more  than  conqueror: 
I  tread  him  down  with  holy  scorn, 
And  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born. 

4  Come,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure  within, 

And  let  me  now  be  filled  with  God ! 
Live  to  declare  I'm  saved  from  sin; 

And  if  I  seal  the  truth  with  blood, 
My  soul,  from  out  the  body  torn, 
Shall  bless  the  day  that  I  was  bom ! 

103  p-  w- 

HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  and  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth, 
At  home  and  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 
As  thy  days  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength 

ever  be. 

3  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee — 0,  be  not  dismay'd, 
I,  I  am  thy  God,  and  will  still  give  thee  aid ; 
I'll  strengthen  thee,  help  thee,  and  cause  thee 

to  stand, 

Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent  hand. 

4  When  thro'  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow; 


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For  I  will  be  with  thee,  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

5  When  thro'  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace  all-sufficient  shall  be  thy  supply; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee,  I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

6  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove, 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love; 
And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be 

borne. 

7  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes; 

That  soul,  tho'  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake 
I'll  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake. 

104  m. 

HOW  lost  was  my  condition 
Till  Jesus  made  me  whole ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 
Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul : 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatch'd  me  from  the  grave, 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

There's  balm  in  Gilead : 
To  make  the  wounded  whole. 

There's  power  enough  in  Jesus, 
To  cure  the  sin-sick  soul. 

2  The  worst  of  all  diseases 

Is  light,  compared  to  sin ; 
On  every  part  it  seizes, 

But  rages  most  within : 
'Tis  palsy,  plague,  and  fever 

And  madness  all  combined; 


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And  none  but  a  believer, 
The  least  relief  can  find. 

3  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

1  sought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ail'd  me, 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost; 
Thus  every  refuge  fail'd  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  cross'd. 

4  At  length  this  great  Physician 

(How  matchless  is  his  grace) 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case : 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, 

For  sin  mine  eyes  had  seal'd; 
Then  bade  me  look  unto  him; 

I  look'd — and  I  was  heaFd. 

5  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  an  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us, 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician, 

His  help  he'll  freely  give  ,* 
He  makes  no  hard  condition — 

'Tis  only,  Look  and  live ! 

105  ^      and  %  6s. 

HOW  happy  are  the  new-born  race, 
Partakers  of  adopting  grace  ! 
How  pure  the  bliss  they  share ! 
Hid  from  the  world,  and  all  its  eyes, 
"Within  their  heart  the  blessing  lies, 
And  conscience  feels  it  there. 

2  The  moment  we  believe,  'tis  ours ; 
And  if  we  love,  with  all  our  powers, 


104 


REVIVAL  AND 


The  God  from  whom  it  came, 
And  if  we  swerve  with  heart  sincere, 
'Tis  still  discernible  and  clear, 

An  undisputed  claim. 

3  But.  ah !  if  foul  and  wilful  sin 
Stain  and  dishonor  us  within, 

Farewell  the  joy  we  knew; 
Again  the  slaves  of  nature's  sway, 
In  lab'rinths  of  our  own  we  stray, 

Without  a  guide  or  clue. 

4  The  chaste  and  pure,  who  fear  to  grieve 
The  gracious  Spirit  they  receive, 

His  work  distinctly  trace  ; 
And  strong  in  undissembling  love, 
Boldly  assert  and  clearly  prove 

Their  hearts  his  dwelling-place. 

106  4  Ityies  Us. 

HOW  sad  are  the  moments  when  wandering 
from  God, 

And  thorny  and  dark  is  the  dangerous  road ! 
But  light  is  the  pathway  which  leads  to  the 
tomb, 

When  cheered  by  the  presence  of  Jesus,  my 
home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 
When  cheered  by  the  presence  of  Jesus,  my  home. 

2  Though  fading  the  joys  which  earth  can  bestow, 
And  false  is  the  light  which  illumes  us  below, 
Though  sorrows,  like  clouds,  hang  around  us  in 
gloom, 

The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way 
home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

The  beams  of  his  love  light  me  on  my  way  home. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  105 


3  When  the  tempest  of  life  has  sunk  to  repose, 
And  death  shall  the  beauties  of  heaven  disclose, 
With  all  the  redeemed  I  o'er  it  will  roam, 
And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus,  my  home. 

Some,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

And  sing  hallelujah  to  Jesus,  my  home. 

107  8  lines  7s. 

HASTE,  again,  ye  days  of  grace, 
When,  assembled  in  one  place, 
Signs  and  wonders  marked  the  hour ! 
All  were  filled  and  spoke  with  power ; 
Hands  uplifted,  eyes  o'erflowed, 
Hearts  enlarged,  and  self  destroyed ! 
All  things  common,  now  we'll  prove 
All  our  common  stock  be  love. 

2  Jesus  now  his  work  revives, 
Now  his  quick'ning  Spirit  strives, 
Oh,  let  preachers,  people,  all 
Listen  to  the  glorious  call, 

Join  the  simple,  lively  throng, 
Catch  the  fire,  and  swell  the  song ; 
Heart  in  heart,  and  hand  in  hand, 
Spread  the  life  through  all  the  land. 

3  Oh,  that  each  may  now  prevail ! 
Act  the  faith  that  cannot  fail ; 
Rise,  and  pull  the  blessing  down, 
Seize  the  kingdom  for  his  own ; 
Fire  our  hearts  with  holy  zeal; 
Glowing  still  for  Zion's  weal ; 
Heaven  open — blessings  pour — 
Spirit  work  this  present  hour ! 

4  Lo!  the  knife  we  boldly  take, 
Bind  our  Isaacs  to  the  stake ; 
Freely  part  with  all  for  thee: 
Welcome,  King  of  liberty! 


106 


KEVIVAL  AND 


Now  we  die  to  self  and  sin, 
Nothing  feel  but  love  within, 
May  this  faith  in  words  abound, 
Shine  and  burn  to  all  around. 

5  Pilgrims!  soon  the  journey's  done; 

Warriors  !  soon  the  battle's  won ; 

Where  your  doubts,  your  cares,  your  fears? 

See !  the  glittering  crown  appears  ! 

Hark !  the  angels  shouting  cry, 
"  Welcome  !  welcome  to  the  sky  \" 

Jesus  calls,  and  calls  for  thee  ,• 
"Faithful  servant,  come  to  me." 

108  c.  m. 

HAPPY  the  man  whose  bliss  supreme 
Flows  from  a  source  on  high, 
And  flows  in  one  perpetual  stream, 
When  earthly  springs  are  dry. 

2  If  Providence  their  comforts  shroud, 

And  dark  distresses  lower, 
Hope  paints  its  rainbow  on  the  cloud, 
And  grace  shines  through  the  shower. 

3  What  troubles  can  their  hearts  o'erwhelm 

Who  view  a  Saviour  near? 
Whose  Father  sits  and  guides  the  helm — 
Whose  voice  forbids  their  fear  ? 

4  Let  tempests  rage,  and  billows  rise, 

And  mortal  firmness  shrink: 
Their  anchor  fastens  in  the  skies — 
Their  bark  no  more  can  sink. 

5  God  is  their  joy  and  portion  still, 

When  earthly  good  retires ; 
And  shall  their  hearts  sustain  and  fill, 
When  earth  itself  expires. 


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107 


109  us. 

HOW  happy,  how  loving,  how  joyful  I  feel ! 
I  want  to  feel  more  love,  yea  more  love 
and  zeal, 

I  want  my  love  perfect,  I  want  my  love  pure, 
That  all  things  with  patience  I  well  may  en- 
dure. 

2  I  want  to  love  wisdom  that  comes  from  above, 
I  want  to  be  holy  and  filFd  with  pure  love, 

I  want  my  light  clear  that  beholders  may  see 
How  faith  and  good  works  in  sweet  union  agree. 

3  My  treasure  in  heaven  I  want  to  lay  up, 
Where  no  moth  nor  rust  can  ever  corrupt, 
Where  no  thief  nor  robber  will  venture  or  dare: 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  I  want  to  be  there. 

4  My  union  I  want  with  the  Father  and  Son, 
I  want  that  perfected  which  is  begun, 

That  love  and  sweet  union  that  soothes  every 
care, 

And  with  my  dear  brethren  all  burdens  to 
bear. 

5  Come  all  my  dear  brethren  both  aged  and  youth, 
And  all  who  are  willing  to  walk  in  the  truth, 
Let  us  all  join  together  in  union  and  love, 
And  on  our  blest  journey  so  joyful  we'll  move. 

6  When  time  is  no  more,  and  from  earth  we  re- 

move, 

To  dwell  in  the  regions  of  peace,  life  and  love, 
With  Jesus  our  Saviour,  and  all  holy  men, 
We'll  shout  hallelujahs  forever,  Amen  ! 

no 

I HAVE  sought  round  the  verdant  earth, 
For  unfading  joy; 
I  have  tried  every  source  of  mirth, 
But  all,  all  will  cloy. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


Lord,  bestow  on  me 
Grace  to  set  my  spirit  free : 
Thine  the  praise  shall  be, 
Mine,  mine  the  joy. 

2  I  have  wandered  in  mazes  dark 

Of  doubt  and  distress, 
I  have  not  had  a  kindling  spark 

My  spirit  to  bless. 
Cheerless  unbelief 
Filled  my  laboring  soul  with  grief, 
What  shall  give  relief? 

What  shall  give  peace  ? 

3  I  then  turned  to  thy  gospel,  Lord, 

From  folly  away, 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word, 

That  taught  me  to  pray. 
Here  I  found  release ; 
Weary  spirit  here  found  rest, 
Hope  of  endless  bliss — 

Eternal  day. 

4  I  will  praise  now  my  heavenly  King, 

I'll  praise  and  adore; 
The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring 

To  thee,  God  of  power; 
And  in  heaven  above, 
Saved  by  thy  redeeming  love, 
Loud  the  strains  shall  move 

For  evermore. 

5  When  my  life's  fearful  strife  is  done, 

Its  sorrows  all  past, 
Before  my  Redeemer's  throne 

My  crown  I  will  cast: 
There,  where  angels  dwell, 
Saints  their  highest  rapture  tell ; 
This  my  song  shall  swell, 

He  died  for  me. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


6  0  come,  then,  ye  weary  ones, 

Who  comfort  ne'er  know, 

And  here  at  the  Saviour's  throne 
In  prayerfulness  bow; 

Guilt  shall  then  remove, 

Light  shall  cheer  thee  from  above ; 

Come — come — share  his  love — 
Come,  come  away. 

Ill  a  m 

IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear; 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree 

In  agonies  and  blood ; 
"Who  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  to  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt,  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"I  freely  all  forgive; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I'll  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 


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REVIVAL  AND 


7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue; 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

8  With  pleasing  grief  and  mournful  joy 

My  spirit  now  is  filled, 
That  I  should  such  a  life  destroy, 
Yet  live  by  him  I  killed. 


IF  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  prayer; 
If  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise, 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise — 
Passing  sweet  that  state  must  be 
Where  they  meet  eternally. 

2  Saviour,  may  these  meetings  prove 
Preparations  for  above ; 
While  we  worship  in  this  place, 
May  we  go  from  grace  to  grace; 
Till  we,  each  in  his  degree, 
Fit  for  endless  glory  be. 


I WOULD  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the 
way ; 

The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fettered  by  sin — 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with 

fears, 

And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent 


112 


JP.  M. 


113 


lis. 


tears. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  Ill 


3  I  would  not  live  alway  :  no — welcome  the  tomb : 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom. 
There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway  away  from  his  God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er 

the  plains, 

And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 

114  S.  31. 

I WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled. 

2  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home; 
I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

3  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child; 
They  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 
O'er  desert,  waste,  and  wild. 

4  They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone; 
They  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 
They  saved  the  wandering  one. 

5  They  washed  my  filth  away, 

They  made  me  clean  and  fair; 
They  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 
The  long-sought  wanderer! 


112 


REVIVAL  AND 


6  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 
'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole. 

7  'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep ; 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 
'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

8  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled ; 
But  now  I  love  the  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 

9  I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  once  preferred  to  roam ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  his  home ! 

115  V-  M. 

I SEEK  a  place  which  is  out  of  sight; 
A  city  high  up  in  the  skies ; 
There,  there  is  my  home,  all  pure  and  bright, 
And  homeward  my  spirit  still  hies. 

I'm  bound  for  home,  for  my  blissful  home, 
The  house  and  the  city  above  ; 

And  all  who  forsake  their  sins  may  come. 
And  dwell  in  that  city  of  love. 

2  I  seek  a  place  where  they  heave  no  sigh; 

Where  sorrow  can  never  be  known ; 
But  where  I  shall  drink  from  founts  of  joy, 
That  gush  ever  bright  from  the  throne. 

3  I  seek  a  place  where  they  never  die ; 

Where  beauty  and  youth  never  fade; 
Where  never  is  heard  the  mournful  cry, 
"My  friend,  my  beloved,  is  dead." 


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4  I  seek  a  place  where  they  sin  no  more ; 

Where  Satan  my  foe  cannot  lure; 
And  oh !  when  I  reach  that  blessed  shore ; 
My  soul  is  forever  secure. 

5  I  seek  a  place  where  the  patriarchs  shine ; 

Apostles,  and  martyrs,  and  seers ; 
Encircled  in  robes  of  light  divine, 
Triumphant  o'er  sorrow  and  fears. 

6  I  seek  a  place  where  the  Saviour  reigns; 

That  Jesus  once  nailed  to  the  tree ; 
He  purchased  that  place  with  blood  and  pains, 
And  went  to  prepare  it  for  me. 

116 

I'LL  sing  my  Saviour's  grace,  and  his  dear 
name  I'll  praise, 
While  in  this  land  of  sorrow  I  remain  ; 
My  troubles  soon  will  end,  and  my  soul  ascend, 
When  freed  from  this  dull  clog  of  cumbrous 
clay. 

2  A  pilgrim  here  below,  while  in  this  vale  of  wo, 

I  live  in  exile,  mourning  like  a  dove; 
My  days  in  sorrow  roll,  and  my  weary  soul 
With  earnest  longings  pants  to  mount  above. 

3  Tho'  few  my  days  have  been,  much  trouble 

have  I  seen, 
And  deep  afflictions  I  have  waded  through; 
For  thorny  is  the  way  to  eternal  day, 
Yet  forward  will  I  press,  and  onward  go. 

4  Another  day  is  gone,  and  yon  declining  sun 

Has  veiled  his  radiant  beams  in  sable  shades, 
While  gloomy  darkness  reigns  o'er  the  extensive 
plains, 

And  awful  silence  closes  up  the  scene. 
8 


114 


REVIVAL  AND 


5  Thus  rapid  flies  away  every  succeeding  day, 

And  life's  declining  light  draws  to  a  close; 
Thus  life's  short  setting  sun  will  soon  in  death 
go  down, 

And  lay  my  weary  limbs  in  sweet  repose. 

6  On  eagle  wings  of  love,  then  I  shall  mount 

above, 

And  find  my  passage  safe  to  endless  day ; 
Then  happy,  sweet  surprise,  what  great  new 

wonders  rise  ! 
When  freed  from  this  dull  clog  of  cumbrous 

clay. 

7  Oh,  what  a  glorious  sight!  and  what  supreme 

delight 

"Will  strike  my  raptured  soul,  when  I  be- 
hold- 
When  Salem's  gates  I  see  open  wide  to  me, 

And  streets  of  glittering,  new,  transparent 
gold ! 

8  But  oh !  and  shall  I  then  behold  the  Friend 

of  men, 

The  man  who  suffered,  bled,  and  died  for  me  ? 
Who  bore  my  load  of  sin,  sorrow,  grief,  and  pain, 
To  make  me  happy,  and  to  set  me  free. 

9  To  living  fountains  then,  and  rich  pastures 

green, 

To  trees  of  paradise  he  leads  his  lambs  ; 
While  millions,  falling  down,  prostrate  all 
around, 

And  at  his  footstool  cast  their  glittering 
crowns. 

10  Ye  heavenly  arches  ring !  sing  hallelujah,  sing, 
Hail  holy,  holy,  holy,  bleeding  Lamb; 
Once  I  was  dead  in  sin,  now  I  live  again, 
And  glory,  glory,  glory  to  his  name ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


117  t,.m. 

IF  now  I  have  acceptance  found 
With  thee,  or  favor  in  thy  sight, 
Still  with  thy  grace  and  truth  surround, 
And  arm  me  with  thy  Spirit's  might. 

2  0  may  I  hear  thy  warning  voice, 

And  timely  fly  from  danger  near, 
"With  rev'rence  unto  thee  rejoice, 
And  love  thee  with  a  filial  fear: 

3  Still  hold  my  soul  in  second  life, 

And  suffer  not  my  feet  to  slide; 
Support  me  in  the  glorious  strife, 
And  comfort  me  on  every  side. 

4  0  give  me  faith,  and  faith's  increase ; 

Finish  the  work  begun  in  me, 
Preserve  my  soul  in  perfect  peace, 
And  let  me  always  rest  on  thee ! 

5  0  let  thy  gracious  Spirit  guide 

And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land; 
Where  righteousness  and  peace  reside, 
And  all  submit  to  love's  command! 

6  A  land  where  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  springs  of  pure  delights  arise, 
Delights  which  I  shall  shortly  know, 
When  I  regain  my  paradise. 

118  x.i»r. 

I LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light, 
I  left  the  God  who  gave  me  breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death. 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 
Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne ; 


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Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke, 
I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn. 

3  I  danced  in  folly's  giddy  maze, 

And  drunk  the  sea,  and  chased  the  wind; 
But  falsehood  lurked  in  all  her  ways, 
Her  laughter  left  remorse  behind. 

4  I  dreamed  of  bliss  in  pleasure's  bowers, 

While  pillowing  roses  stayed  my  head ; 
But  serpents  hissed  amongst  the  flowers ; 
I  'woke,  and  thorns  were  all  my  bed. 

5  In  riches  when  I  sought  for  joy, 

And  placed  in  sordid  gains  my  trust, 
I  found  that  gold  was  all  alloy, 

And  worldly  treasures  fleeting  dust. 

6  I  wooed  ambition,  climbed  the  pole, 

And  shone  among  the  stars ; — but  fell, 
Headlong  in  all  my  pride  of  soul, 
Like  Lucifer,  from  heaven  to  hell. 

7  Heart-broken,  friendless,  poor,  cast  down, 

Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly, 
Almighty  vengeance,  from  thy  frown  ? 
Eternal  justice,  from  thine  eye? 

8  Lo,  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 

My  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace ; 
The  sun  of  righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face. 

9  My  suffering,  slain,  and  risen  Lord, 

In  sore  distress  I  turn  to  thee  ,* 
I  claim  acceptance  on  thy  work, 
My  God !  my  God  !  forsake  not  me. 

10  Prostrate  before  the  mercy-seat, 
I  dare  not,  if  I  would,  despair  j 
None  ever  perished  at  thy  feet, 
And  I  will  lie  forever  there. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  117 


119 


JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  I  move, 
Bound  for  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below, 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  Fll  go, 
Pilgrim  and  stranger  no  more  shall  I  roam; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 

2  Friends  fondly  cherished  have  passed  on  before, 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  that 

shore ; 

Singing,  to  cheer  me  through  death's  chilling 
gloom, 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  thy  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear, 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I  hear: 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high  dome, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  resting  at  home. 

3  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low; 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I  fear  not  thy  blow  ; 
Jesus  has  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb, 

I       Joyfully,  joyfully,  will  I  go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn ; 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone; 
Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 


JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 
All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken — 

Thou  henceforth  my  all  shalt  be ! 
Perish  every  fond  ambition — 
All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 


120 


8s  &  7s. 


118 


REVIVAL  AND 


Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  ! 
God  and  heaven  are  all  my  own. 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me — 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hopes  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue ; 
And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me — 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Friends  may  hate,  and  foes  may  scorn  me, 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  right. 

3  Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ; 

Come,  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father — 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather, 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

4  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation — 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee : 

Think  what  heavenly  bliss  is  thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  save  thee — 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

5  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer — 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee — 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  119 

121  0  lines,  8s. 

JESUS,  with  kindest  pity  see 
The  souls  that  would  be  one  in  thee ! 
If  now  accepted  in  thy  sight, 
Thou  dost  our  upright  hearts  unite, 
Allow  us  e'en  on  earth  to  prove 
The  noblest  joys  of  heavenly  love ! 

2  Before  thy  glorious  eyes  we  spread 

The  wish  which  doth  from  thee  proceed : 
Our  love  from  earthly  dross  refine ; 
Holy,  angelical,  divine, 
Thee,  its  great  author,  let  it  show, 
And  back  to  the  pure  fountain  flow, 

3  A  drop  of  that  unbounded  sea, 
0  Lord,  resorb  it  into  thee ! 

While  all  our  souls,  with  restless  strife, 
Spring  up  into  eternal  life; 
And  lost  in  endless  rapture  prove 
Thy  whole  immensity  of  love. 

4  A  spark  of  that  ethereal  fire 
Still  let  it  to  its  source  aspire  ; 
To  thee  in  every  wish  return, 
Intensely  for  thy  glory  burn ; 
"While  all  our  souls  fly  up  to  thee, 
And  blaze  through  all  eternity. 

122  pm. 

LET  others  delight  in  the  gambols  of  mirth, 
In  pleasures  of  riot  and  glee; 
But  among  all  the  places  frequented  on  earth, 
The  class  room  is  sweetest  to  me. 

Oh  !  the  class  room,  the  class  room, 
Oh  !  the  class  room,  the  class  room, 
No  place  like  the  class  room  to  me. 


120 


EEVIVAL  AND 


2  There  kindred  souls  meet,  and  converse  as  of 

old, 

Their  record  on  high  is  the  same ; 
But  the  Lord  looketh  down,  and  includes  in  hi3 
fold 

The  faithful  who  think  on  his  name. 

3  There  spirit  meets  spirit,  and  eye  speaks  to  eye, 

And  cords  of  sweet  sympathy  bind ; 
And  together  they  press  to  their  home  in  the 
sky, 

Forgetting  the  sorrows  behind. 

4  There  hope  plumes  her  wings,  and  exultingly 

goes 

To  bring  from  the  land  of  the  blest, 
Those  sweet  leaves  from  the  tree  that  in  Para- 
dise grows, 
To  heal  all  the  wounds  of  the  breast. 

5  Hope  sings  of  a  land  where  none  ever  shall  die — 

Where  friendships  shall  never  be  riven ; 
"Where  the  tears  shall  be  wiped  from  each  sor- 
rowing eye, 
And  all  shall  be  happy  in  heaven. 

123  p.m. 

MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirling  spheres 
Around  the  steady  pole  j 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
And  I  must  launch  through  endless  deeps, 
Where  endless  ages  roll. 

2  The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between, 

And  whisper,  as  they  fly, 
''Unthinking  man,  remember  this, 
Though  fond  of  sublunary  bliss, 
That  you  must  groan  and  die." 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


3  My  soul,  attend  the  solemn  call, 
Thine  earthly  tent  must  shortly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  expansive  blue 
To  sing  above  as  angels  do, 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

4  How  great  the  bliss,  how  great  the  wo, 
Hangs  on  this  inch  of  time  below, 

On  this  precarious  breath  ! 
The  Lord  of  nature  only  knows 
Whether  another  year  shall  close, 

Ere  I  expire  in  death. 

5  Long  ere  the  sun  shall  run  his  round, 
I  may  be  buried  under  ground, 

And  there  in  silence  rot : 
Alas  !  an  hour  may  close  the  scene,* 
And  ere  twelve  months  shall  roll  between, 

My  name  be  quite  forgot. 

6  But  will  my  soul  be  thus  extinct, 
And  cease  to  live,  and  cease  to  think  ? 

It  cannot,  cannot  be  • 
!No,  my  immortal  cannot  die! 
What  wilt  thou  do,  or  whither  fly, 

When  death  shall  set  thee  free  ? 

7  Will  mercy  then  her  arms  extend, 
Will  Jesus  be  thy  guardian  friend, 

And  heaven  thy  dwelling-place? 
Or  shall  insulting  fiends  appear. 
And  drag  thee  down  to  dark  despair 

Below  the  reach  of  grace  ? 

8  A  heaven  or  hell,  and  these  alone, 
Beyond  the  present  life  are  known  • 

There  is  no  middle  state  : 
To-day  attend  the  call  divine, 
To-morrow  may  be  none  of  thine, 

Or  it  may  be  too  late. 


122  KEVIVAL  AND 

9  Oh,  do  not  pass  this  as  a  dream, 
Vast  is  the  change,  whate'er  it  seem 

To  poor  unthinking  man ; 
Lord,  at  thy  footstool  I  would  bow, 
Bid  conscience  plainly  tell  me  now 
What  it  would  tell  me  then. 

10  If  in  destruction's  road  I  stray, 
Help  me  to  choose  the  better  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high ; 
Thy  grace  impart,  my  guilt  forgive, 
Nor  let  me  ever  dare  to  live, 
So  as  I  dare  not  die. 

124  x  m. 

MY  dearest  friends,  in  bonds  of  love, 
"Whose  hearts  the  sweetest  union  prove; 
Your  friendship's  like  the  strongest  band, 
Yet  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

2  Your  company's  sweet,  your  union  dear, 
Your  words  delightful  to  the  ear, 

And  when  I  see  that  we  must  part, 
You  draw  like  cords  around  my  heart-. 

3  How  sweet  the  hours  have  passed  away 
Since  we  have  me't  to  sing  and  pray! 
How  loth  we  are  to  leave  the  place 
Where  Jesus  shows  his  smiling  face ! 

4  0  could  I  stay  with  friends  so  kind, 
How  would  it  cheer  my  fainting  mind ! 
But  duty  makes  me  understand 

That  we  must  take  the  parting  hand. 

5  And  since  it  is  God's  holy  will 
That  we  be  parted  for  a  while, 
In  sweet  submission,  all  as  one, 
We'll  say  our  Father's  will  be  done. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  123 


6  My  dearest  friends,  both  old  and  young, 
I  hope  you  will  in  Christ  go  on  j 

Fight  on,  and  soon  you'll  win  the  prize, 
Those  happy  regions  in  the  skies. 

7  How  oft  I've  seen  your  flowing  tears, 
And  heard  you  tell  your  hopes  and  fears ! 
Your  hearts  with  love  have  seemed  to  flame. 
Which  makes  me  think  we'll  meet  again. 

8  A  few  more  days  and  years  at  most, 
And  we  shall  reach  fair  Canaan's  coast, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
We'll  clasp  anew  the  immortal  hand. 

9  I  hope  you  will  remember  me, 

If  you  no  more  my  face  should  see; 
An  interest  in  your  prayers  I  crave, 
That  we  may  meet  beyond  the  grave. 

10  0  blessed  day,  0  glorious  hope, 

My  soul  leaps  forward  at  the  thought, 
When  in  that  holy,  happy  land, 
We'll  take  no  more  the  parting  hand. 

125  w. 

MY  soul  is  full  of  glory,  inspiring  my  tongue, 
Could  I  meet  with  angels,  I  would  sing 
them  a  song ; 
I  would  sing  of  my  Jesus,  and  tell  of  his  charms, 
And  beg  them  to  bear  me  to  his  loving  arms. 

2  Methinks  they're  descending  to  hear  what  I 

sing : 

Well  pleased  to  hear  mortals  praising  their  king : 

0  angels,  0  angels  !  my  soul's  in  a  flame ; 

1  faint  in  sweet  raptures  at  Jesus'  name. 

3  0  Jesus !  0  Jesus  !  thou  balm  of  my  soul, 
'Twas  thou,  my  dear  Jesus,  that  made  my  heart 

whole : 


124 


REVIVAL  AND 


0  bring  me  to  view  thee,  thou  precious  sweet 

King, 

In  oceans  of  glory  thy  praises  to  sing. 

4  0  heaven !  sweet  heaven  !  I  long  to  be  there, 
To  meet  all  my  brethren,  and  Jesus  my  dear : 
Come  angels  !  come  angels !  I'm  ready  to  fly; 
Come,  quickly  convey  me  to  God  in  the  sky. 

5  Sweet  Spirit  attend  me,  till  Jesus  shall  come ; 
Protect  and  defend  me  till  I  am  called  home : 
Though  worms  my  poor  body  may  claim  as 

their  prey, 

'Twill  outshine,  when  rising,  the  sun  at  noon- 
day. 

6  The  sun  shall  be  darkened,  the  moon  turned  to 

blood ; 

The  mountains  all  melt  at  the  presence  of  God ; 
Bed  lightnings  may  flash,  loud  thunders  may 
roar, 

All  this  cannot  daunt  me  on  Canaan's  blest 
shore. 

7  A  glimpse  of  bright  glory  surprises  my  soul ; 

1  sink  in  sweet  visions  to  view  the  bright  goal: 
My  soul,  while  I'm  singing,  is  leaping  to  go : 
This  moment  for  heaven  I'd  leave  all  below. 

8  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  my  Lord  bids  me 

come ; 

Farewell,  my  dear  sisters,  Fm  now  going  home ; 
Bright  angels  are  whispering  so  sweet  in  my 
ear, 

Away  to  my  Saviour  my  spirit  they'll  bear. 

9  I'm  going,  I'm  going,  but  what  do  I  see? 
'Tis  Jesus  in  glory  appears  unto  me ! 

Fm  going,  I'm  going,  Fm  going,  I'm  gone ! 
0  glory !  0  glory !  'tis  done !  it  is  done ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  125 


10  To  the  regions  of  glory  the  spirit  is  fled, 
And  left  this  poor  body  inactive  and  dead; 
With  angelic  armies  in  glory  to  blaze, 

On  J esus*  beauties  for  ever  to  gaze. 

11  When  the  six  seals  shall  open,  the  trumpet 

shall  sound, 
To  awake  God's  dear  children  that  sleep  under 
ground  : 

Their  souls  and  their  bodies  shall  then  join  in 
one, 

And  each  from  their  Saviour  receive  a  bright 
crown. 

126  f-m. 

JiyriD  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  com- 
1V.L  plaints, 

How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion  with  saints  ! 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's  room, 
And  feel  in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at  home. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home  ! 

Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children  of  peace, 
And  their  precious  Jesus,  whose  love  cannot 

cease, 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sadness  I  roam, 
I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory  at  home. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free : 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion  with 

thee : 

Though  now  my  temptations  like  billows  may 
foam, 

All,  all  will  be  peace  when  I'm  with  thee  at 
home. 

4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I  stay, 

0  ^iveme  submission  and  strength  as  my  day; 


126 


REVIVAL  AND 


In  all  my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I  come, 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest.  0  give  me  thy  grace ! 
The  Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles  of  thy  face: 
Indulge  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy  throne, 
And  find  even  now  a  sweet  foretaste  of  home. 

6  I  long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties  to  shine, 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine, 

And  in  thy  dear  image,  arise  from  the  tomb, 
"With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee  at  home. 

127 

MY  soul  is  happy  in  its  choice, 
With  Christ's  dear  flock  enrolled ; 
I  hear  my  Shepherd's  soothing  voice, 
And  rest  within  his  fold. 

2  He  leads  me  through  the  pastures  sweet 

Beside  the  flowing  rills, 
And  all  my  longing  wishes  meets, 
And  all  my  spirit  fills. 

3  Daily  I  find  his  love  the  same, 

And  run  at  his  command; 
He  knows  and  calls  me  by  my  name, 
And  guides  me  with  his  hand. 

4  Had  I  but  dreamed  how  great  the  joys 

Of  those  who  Jesus  know, 
I  should  have  made  his  love  my  choice, 
And  sought  him  years  ago. 

5  But  vainly,  madly  did  I  stray, 

A  stranger  to  his  grace, 
Far  from  the  fold — from  bliss  away, 
In  sin's  wide  wilderness. 

6  When  round  me  wolves  with  fury  strove, 

The  wanderer  to  destroy, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


My  Shepherd  ran  with  haste  and  love, 
And  brought  me  home  with  joy. 

7  Now  safe  returned,  my  wanderings  past, 

My  soul  adores  his  charms, 
Who  laid  me  on  his  pitying  breast, 
And  shields  me  with  his  arms. 

8  Redeemer — Shepherd— guard  my  soul 

From  every  future  ill : 
While  storms  without  and  thunders  roll, 
Be  mine,  my  Saviour,  still. 

128 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly, 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

For  0 !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand. 
Our  friends  are  passing  over, 

And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 
That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest, 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever ; 
Our  King  says  come,  and  there's  our  home, 
Forever,  0  forever ! 


128 


REVIVAL  AND 


129  cm. 

MISTAKEN  souls  that  dream  of  heaven, 
And  make  their  empty  boast 
Of  inward  joys,  and  sins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  slaves  to  lust. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights, 

If  faith  be  cold  and  dead; 
None  but  a  living  power  unites 
To  Christ  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart; 

'Tis  faith  that  works  by  love, 
That  bids  all  sinful  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell 

By  a  celestial  power ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  shall  prevail 
In  the  decisive  hour. 

5  Faith  must  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trust  his  grace; 
A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  still 
For  his  own  holiness. 

6  When  from  the  curse  he  sets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  nature  clean  ; 
Nor  would  he  send  his  Son  to  be 
The  minister  of  sin. 

130  a  m. 

OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 
Cemented,  mixed  in  one, 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 

'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun; 
Our  hearts  have  burned  while  Jesus  spoke, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire ; 
He  stopped,  and  talked,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


129 


A  Saviour  !  let  creation  sing  ! 
A  Saviour  !  let  all  heaven  ring  ! 
He's  God  with  us,  we  feel  him  ours, 
His  fulness  in  our  souls  he  pours, 
'Tis  almost  done — 'tis  almost  o'er, 
Were  joining  those  whore  gone  before. 
We  then  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  We're  soldiers  fighting  for  our  God, 

Let  trembling  cowards  fly; 
We'll  stand  unshaken,  firm,  and  fixed, 

With  Christ  to  live  and  die  : 
Let  devils  rage,  and  hell  assail, 

We'll  force  our  passage  through ; 
Let  foes  unite,  and  friends  desert, 

Well  seize  the  crown,  our  due. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 

And  all  its  moisture  drain: 
A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  j 

0  pour  the  mighty  flood  ; 
And  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

4  When  thou  shalt  make  thy  jewels  up, 

And  set  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 

By  thee  proclaimed  thine  own; 
May  we,  a  little  band  of  love, 

Be  sinners  saved  by  grace: 
From  glory  into  glory  changed, 

Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

131  Ms. 

0 BLESSED  Lord  Jesus!  I  know  thou  art 
mine ! 

For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sin  I  resign ; 
9 


130 


REVIVAL  AND 


Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best; 
Without  thee  I'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  I'm 
blessed. 

2  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind, 
Then  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find ; 
For  when  I  was  sinking  in  gloomy  despair, 
Thy  Spirit  relieved  me,  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

3  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel, 
The  language  of  mortals  forever  must  fail : 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soui's  all  on  flame, 
I'm  raised  into  rapture  while  praising  his  name. 

4  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer, 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near ; 

My  constant  companion,  0  may  we  not  part ! 

0  glory  to  Jesus !  he  dwells  in  my  heart ! 

5  If  ever  I  loved,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord, 

1  love  all  thy  people,  thy  ways,  and  thy  word  ; 
"With  tender  emotion  I  love  sinners  too, 

For  Jesus  did  die  to  save  them  from  wo. 

6  In  Jesus  confirmed,  I'll  praise  his  dear  name, 
Begardless  of  censure,  of  praise,  or  of  blame; 
When  happy  in  Jesus  I  cannot  forbear, 
Though  sinners  despise  me,  his  love  to  declare. 

132  c.  m. 

OH,  let  me  sing  of  sins  forgiven ! 
The  tranquil  triumph  of  my  soul; 
Oh,  let  me  sing  a  song  of  heaven, 

While  streams  of  living  comfort  roll. 
Adieu  to  every  earthly  toy, 

For  nobler  objects  I  am  bound ; 
Since  not  one  single  drop  of  joy 
I  ever  yet  from  earth  have  found. 

2  Its  brightest  beauties  fade  away, 
Its  richest  jewels  are  but  dross; 


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Its  honors  scarcely  live  a  day, 

And  every  gain  has  proved  a  loss. 

But  there's  an  honor  that  will  live, 
A  gem  that  never  will  decay  j 

There  is  a  gain  that  can't  deceive, 
A  beauty  fading  not  away. 

3  This  priceless  boon  I  humbly  claim, 

This  speechless  joy  of  sins  forgiven, 
The  love  of  God,  that,  like  a  flame, 

Burns  on  and  lights  the  soul  to  heaven. 
By  faith  I  have  this  treasure  found, 

And  gaze  with  wonder  and  surprise, 
"While  in  this  dark,  enchanted  ground, 

"The  day-spring  opens"  from  the  skies. 

4  My  home  is  in  the  distance  seen, 

And  gales  come  soft  from  Canaan's  shore 
Though  dark  the  wilderness  between, 

My  hopes  are  bright  of  passing  o'er. 
Oh,  happiness!  no  transient  dream! 

For  glory's  opened  in  my  soul ; 
And  love  divine  shall  be  my  theme, 

Long  as  eternal  ages  roll. 

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OH,  how  can  I  forget  the  hour 
When  love  divine  I  found ! 
The  place  was  filled  with  sacred  power, 

And  glory  beamed  around  ! 
My  soul,  relieved  from  sorrow's  load, 

From  guilty  bondage  free, 
Adored  with  joy  the  pardoning  God, 
That  showed  such  love  to  me  ! 

2  For  me  the  earth  and  skies  rejoiced, 
That  I  no  more  was  sad ; 
The  thirsty  land  with  dew  was  moist, 
The  wilderness  was  glad : 


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The  scenes  of  nature,  then  how  bright! 

My  eyes  rejoiced  to  view; 
I  praised  the  Lord  with  warm  delight, 

And  thought  they  praised  him  too ! 

3  My  darkness  then  to  light  gave  place, 

My  guilt  to  pardon  free; 
My  rags  of  sin  t®  robes  of  grace, 

My  bonds  to  liberty: 
I  toiled  no  more  a  wandering  child, 

In  slavish  base  employ ; 
But  safe  at  home,  my  Father  smiled 

And  feasted  me  with  joy. 

4  Nor  did  I  then  that  bliss  confine 

Within  my  bounding  breast: 
The  friends  who  poured  their  tears  with  mine 

Were  sharers  in  the  feast ; 
And  angels,  on  their  watchful  posts, 

With  gladness  hasted  round, 
To  tell  to  all  the  heavenly  hosts, 

"The  long-lost  child  is  found/' 

134  x.  m. 

WE  are  a  band  of  brethren  dear ; 
We  have  a  place  in  glory  ; 
Our  Jesus  tells  us  not  to  fear, 
We  have  a  home  in  glory. 

For  oh  !  there  is  glory, 
For  oh  !  there  is  glory. 
For  oh  !  there  is  glory, 
We  have  a  home  in  glory. 
Or, 

We're  going  on  to  glory, 
We're  going  on  to  glory, 
We're  going  on  to  glory, 
To  find  our  friends  in  glory. 


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2  A  pilgrim  and  a  stranger  here, 

I'll  seek  the  home  to  pilgrims  dear, 
I'll  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind, 
That  better  home  in  heaven  to  find. 

3  Come,  all  ye  souls  by  sin  oppressed, 
Ye  restless  wanderers  after  rest ; 
Come  all  the  world,  come  sinner  thou, 
All  things  in  Christ  are  ready  now. 

4  Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
We  soon  shall  meet  each  other  there  ; 
If  you  get  there  before  I  do, 

Look  out  for  me,  I'm  coming  too. 

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OH !  who  will  come  and  go  with  me  ? 
I'm  bound  fair  Canaan's  land  to  see; 
I'll  join  with  those  who've  gone  before, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  are  no  more. 

In  the  morning, 

What  a  beautiful  morning  that  will  be, 
When  we  all  rise  together  in  the  morning 

2  A  few  more  daps  or  years  at  most, 
And  I  shall  land  on  Canaan's  coast; 
There  on  the  mount  of  sweet  repose, 
I'll  bid  farewell  to  all  my  woes. 

3  Oh !  m#y  my  soul  march  boldly  on, 
And  ever  sing  the  blessed  song ! 
Oh  !  may  I  always  persevere, 

And  never  stop  till  I  get  there ! 

4  Oh  !  what  a  happy  time  'twill  be, 
When  we  our  friends  in  heaven  shall  see 
There  we  will  tell  our  sufferings  o'er, 
When  we  shall  reach  that  happy  shore. 


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5  Oh!  what  a  pleasant  company ! 
May  we  be  there  that  sight  to  see, 
And  join  in  praise  to  Jesus'  name, 
All  glorious  in  Jerusalem. 

6  Now  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land ; 

My  hand  again  I  give  to  thee, 
Hoping  thy  face  in  heaven  to  see. 

136  a  m. 

ONE  evening  pensive  as  I  lay, 
Alone  upon  the  ground, 
As  I  to  God  began  to  pray, 

A  light  shone  all  around ; 
These  words  with  power  went  through  my  heart, 

"  I've  come  to  set  thee  free, 
Death,  hell,  nor  grave,  shall  ever  part, 
My  love,  my  son,  from  thee." 

2  My  dungeon  shook,  my  chains  flew  off, 

"  Glory  to  God,"  I  cried, 
My  soul  was  filled,  I  cried  "  enough," 

For  me  the  Saviour  died. 
The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  gone, 

Sweet  flowers  now  appear, 
The  morning  brought  a  glorious  sun, 

And  banished  every  tear. 

3  Hail,  mighty  Prince,  eternal  Lord, 

Who  left  the  heav'nly  throne, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word, 

Thou  art  the  Father's  Son. 
When  on  the  brink  of  hell  I  lay, 

Enclosed  in  blackest  night, 
Thou,  Lord,  didst  hear  the  sinner  pray, 

And  brought  my  soul  to  light. 

4  You  who  are  grov'ling  in  your  chains, 

Without  one  spark  of  hope, 


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Though  inexpressible  your  pains, 

0  still  be  looking  up. 

Tho'  winds  may  blow,  and  storms  may  rise, 

A  dark  and  gloomy  night, 
The  morning  sun  will  clear  the  skies 

With  sweet  prevailing  light. 

137  7s,  6s  &  8s. 

SINCE  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name, 
And  sin's  strong  fetters  broke, 
Careful  without  care  I  am, 
Nor  feel  my  easy  yoke : 
Joyful  now  my  faith  to  show, 

1  find  his  service  my  reward; 
All  the  work  I  do  below 

Is  light,  for  such  a  Lord. 

2  To  the  desert  or  the  cell, 

Let  others  blindly  fly, 
In  this  evil  world  I  dwell, 

Nor  fear  its  enmity : 
Here  I  find  a  house  of  prayer, 

To  which  I  inwardly  retire; 
Walking  unconcerned  in  care, 

And  unconsumed  in  fire. 

3  0  that  all  the  world  might  know 

Of  living,  Lord,  to  thee, 
Find  their  heaven  begun  below, 

And  here  thy  goodness  see ; 
Walk  in  all  the  works  prepared 

By  thee  to  exercise  their  grace, 
Till  they  gain  their  full  reward, 

And  see  thee  face  to  face. 

138  8  lines,  9s,  10s  &  1  10. 

RELIGION  is  a  glorious  treasure, 
Diffusion  of  the  Saviour's  love ; 


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The  Spirit's  comfort  without  measure ; 

It  joins  our  souls  to  those  above; 
It  calms  our  fears,  it  soothes  our  sorrows — 

It  smooths  our  way  o'er  life's  rough  sea; 
"While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

2  While  journeying  here  through  tribulations, 

In  phalanx  firm  we'll  march  along : 
Contentions  may  divide  the  nations, 

But  Christ  shall  be  our  common  song — 
For  pure  religion  knits  together — 

It  binds  in  love,  but  makes  us  free; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

3  How  vain  !  how  frail !  how  transitory ! 

This  world,  with  all  its  pomp  and  show; 
Its  mighty  names,  renowned  in  story — 

We'll  gladly  leave  them  all  below. 
A  brighter  object  now  enraptures — 

In  Christ  alone  we  beauties  see : 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

4  Our  earthly  house  is  fast  dissolving, 

And  mortal  life  will  soon  be  o'er; 
The  cares  within  us  now  revolving 

Will  soon  afflict  our  hearts  no  more; 
But  pure  religion  lasts  forever; 

In  death  our  souls  shall  strengthened  be; 
While  endless  ages  are  onward  rolling, 

This  heavenly  portion  ours  shall  be. 

139  7s. 

SWEET  the  time — exceeding  sweet! 
When  the  saints  together  meet, 
When  the  Saviour  is  the  theme, 
When  they  join  to  sing  of  him. 


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137 


2  Sing  we  then  eternal  love, 
Such  as  did  the  Father  move: 
He  beheld  the  world  undone, 
Loved  the  world — and  gave  his  Son. 

3  Sing  the  Son's  amazing  love; 
How  he  left  the  realms  above, 
Took  our  nature  and  our  place, 
Lived  and  died  to  save  our  race. 


4  Sing  we,  too,  the  Spirit's  love; 
With  our  wretched  hearts  he  strove, 
Filled  our  minds  with  grief  and  fear, 
Brought  the  precious  Saviour  near. 

5  Sweet  the  place — exceeding  sweet, 
Where  the  saints  in  glory  meet, 
Where  the  Saviour's  still  the  theme, 
Where  they  see  and  sing  of  him. 

MO  jp.  m. 

SOMETIMES  a  light  surprises 
The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord  who  rises 

With  healing  in  his  wings; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 
To  cheer  it  after  rain. 


2  In  holy  contemplation, 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 

And  find  it  ever  new; 
Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  th'  unknown  to-morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may. 


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3  It  can  bring  with  it  nothing 

But  he  will  bear  us  through; 
Who  gives  the  lilies  clothing 

Will  clothe  his  people  too; 
Beneath  the  spreading  heavens, 

No  creature  but  is  fed ; 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he  gives  them  when  they  pray. 

4  Blest  inhabitants  of  Zion, 

Washed  in  the  Kedeemer's  blood ! 
Jesus,  whom  their  souls  rely  on, 

Makes  them  kings  and  priests  to  God; 
'Tis  his  love  his  people  raises 

Over  self  to  reign  as  kings ; 
And,  as  priests,  his  solemn  praises, 

Each  for  a  thank-offering  brings. 

141  J*.  M.  6  lines,  7s. 

SINCE  the  Son  hath  made  me  free, 
Let  me  taste  my  liberty ! 
Thee  behold  with  open  face, 
Triumph  in  thy  saving  grace! 
Thy  great  will  delight  to  prove, 
Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

2  Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child, 
Late  in  Jesus  reconciled; 
Hear,  and  all  the  graces  shower, 
All  the  joy,  and  peace,  and  power; 
All  my  Saviour  asks  above, 

All  the  life  and  heaven  of  love. 

3  Lord,  I  will  not  let  thee  go 
Till  the  blessing  thou  bestow: 
Hear  my  advocate  divine  ! 
Lo  !  to  his  my  suit  I  join  : 
Joined  to  his,  it  cannot  fail : 
Bless  me ;  for  I  will  prevail. 


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4  Heavenly  Father,  life  divine, 
Change  my  nature  into  thine  ! 
Move,  and  spread  throughout  my  soul, 
Actuate,  and  fill  the  whole! 

Be  it  I  no  longer  now 
Living  in  the  flesh,  but  thou. 

5  Holy  Ghost,  no  more  delay  ! 
Come,  and  in  thy  temples  stay! 
Now  thine  inward  witness  bear, 
Strong,  and  permanent,  and  clear: 
Spring  of  life,  thyself  impart; 
Eise  eternal  in  my  heart ! 

142  *  m. 

THE  Lord's  into  his  garden  come, 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive; 
Eefreshing  showers  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 
And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  0  how  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  shall  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become, 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose; 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  coming  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  : 
I  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
For  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me, 

Who  come  to  Christ,  may  live. 

4  The  worst  of  sinners  here  may  find 
A  Saviour  merciful  and  kind, 


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Who  will  them  all  receive; 
None  are  too  vile  who  will  repent, 
Out  of  one  sinner  legions  went, 

The  Lord  did  him  relieve. 

5  Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord, 
And  taste  the  sweetDess  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on; 
Our  troubles  and  our  trials  here 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 

6  We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  sparkling  throne, 

From  Jesus'  throne  on  high ! 
It  comes  in  floods  we  can't  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 

And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 

7  But  when  we  come  to  dwell  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply; 
Jesus  will  lead  his  armies  through 
To  living  fountains  where  they  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

8  'Tis  there  we'll  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home : 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  we  shall  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

9  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies, 

And  claim  my  mansion  there  : 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


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143  r-  m. 

TELL  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys, 
Of  sinful  mirth  and  carnal  joys, 
The  things  I  loved  before; 
Let  me  but  view  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  feel  his  animating  grace, 
And  Idesire  no  more. 

2  Tell  me  no  more  of  praise  and  wealth, 
Tell  me  no  more  of  ease  and  health, 

For  these  have  all  their  snares ; 
Let  me  but  know  my  sins  forgiven, 
But  see  my  name  enrolled  in  heaven, 

And  I  am  free  from  cares. 

3  Tell  me  no  more  of  lofty  towers, 
Delightful  gardens,  fragrant  bowers, 

For  these  are  trifling  things  : 
The  little  room  for  me  designed 
Will  suit  as  well  my  easy  mind, 

As  palaces  of  kings. 

4  Tell  me  no  more  of  crowding  guests, 
Of  sumptuous  feasts  and  gaudy  dress, 

Extravagance  and  waste : 
My  little  table,  only  spread 
With  wholesome  herbs  and  wholesome  bread, 

Will  better  suit  my  taste. 

5  Give  me  a  Bible  in  my  hand, 

A  heart  to  read  and  understand, 

This  sure  unerring  word : 
I'd  urge  no  company  to  stay, 
But  sit  alone  from  day  to  day, 

And  converse  with  the  Lord. 

144  w< 

5rPIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 
X  Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : 


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Do  I  love  the  Lord  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse, 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain ; 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

4  When  I  turn  mine  eyes  within, 

Oh,  how  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild  ! 
Prone  to  unbelief  and  sin, 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child  ? 

5  If  I  prajr,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Faith  is  weak  in  all  I  do: 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me,  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 

6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall  ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

7  Could  I  joy  with  saints  to  meet, 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred, 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

8  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case, 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun ; 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

9  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 


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145  jp.  m- 

THE  specious  world  promiscuous  flows, 
Enrapt  in  fancy's  vision ; 
Allured  by  sound,  beguiled  by  shows, 
And  empty  dreams,  nor  scarcely  knows 
There  is  a  brighter  heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change,  and  diamonds  fade, 

Swift  wings  to  wealth  be  given, 
All-varying  time,  our  forms  invade, 
The  seasons  roll,  light  sink  in  shade, 

There's  nothing  lasts  but  heaven. 

3  Creation's  mighty  fabric  all 

Will  be  to  atoms  riven ; 
The  sky  consumed,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthly  ball, 

There's  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

4  This  world,  with  all  its  wealth,  is  poor, 

And  like  a  baseless  vision, 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns,  are  vain  and  poor, 

There's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

5  A  stranger  lonely  here  I  roam, 

From  place  to  place  I'm  driven ; 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I'm  in  gloom, 
This  earth  is  lonely  as  a  tomb, 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 

6  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 

My  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 
Triumphant  grace  has  quelled  my  fears ; 
Roll  on,  ye  suns,  fly  swift,  ye  years, 

I'm  on  the  wing  for  heaven. 

7  And  now  I  bid  the  world  adieu, 

Let  life's  dull  chains  be  riven : 


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The  charms  of  Christ  have  caught  my  view, 
The  world  of  light  I  will  pursue, 
To  live  with  him  in  heaven. 

146 

TOGETHER  let  us  sweetly  live, 
I  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan, 
In  peace  which  none  but  Christ  can  give, 
I'm  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

0  Canaan,  bright  Canaan, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan; 

0  Canaan,  it  is  my  happy  home, 

1  am  bound  for  the  land  of  Canaan. 

2  There  is  my  house,  not  made  with  hands, 
And  there  my  Saviour  waiting  stands. 

3  This  sinful  world  is  not  my  rest, 
I  long  to  lean  on  Jesus'  breast. 

147  o.  m. 

UNITED  in  affection  dear, 
With  hearts  on  Jesus  set; 
We  trust  our  God  will  meet  us  here, 

Who  in  his  name  are  met : 
Our  minds  from  earthly  cares  set  free, 

And  fixed  on  joys  above ; 
Each  hope,  each  wish,  each  prayer  shall  be, 
To  share  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Oh,  could  we,  Lord,  make  others  know 

The  pleasures  which  we  feel  j 
What  comforts  from  thy  goodness  flow, 

A  sinner's  wounds  to  heal; 
Soon  would  the  heedless,  vain,  and  gay, 

Thy  goodness  strive  to  prove ; 
Forsake  their  sins,  and  seek  the  way 

To  find  a  Saviour's  love. 


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3  If  to  reform  their  wicked  ways 

All  gentle  means  should  fail, 
The  terrors  which  thy  power  displays 

Against  them  may  prevail; 
Proud  sinners,  humbled  by  thy  wrath, 

Shall  trembling  kiss  the  rod; 
Oh,  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 

Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

148  p.  m. 

Tune. — Annie  Laurie. 

THOUGH  in  a  world  of  sickness, 
While  on  my  Saviour's  breast, 
He  strengthens  all  my  weakness, 
And  makes  me  truly  blest. 

Christ  is  all  the  world  to  me, 
And  his  glory  I  shall  see, 
And  before  Td  leave  my  Saviour, 
I'd  lay  me  down  and  die. 

2  He  cheers  my  drooping  spirit, 

And  fills  me  with  his  love, 
And  soon  I  shall  inherit 

Those  shining  realms  above. 

3  While  on  the  banks  of  Jordan, 

I  now  would  launch  away ; 
But,  oh  !  this  earthly  burden 
Still  forces  me  to  stay. 

4  Could  I  but  see  my  Jesus, 

And  scale  the  mountain  height, 
How  would  I  shout  his  praises 
In  yonder  realms  of  light ! 

5  Christian,  be  not  faint-hearted, 

Though  least  among  the  flock, 
10 


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From  Christ  you'll  ne'er  be  parted, 

While  built  upon  the  rock. 
6  Let's  mend  our  pace  to  glory, 

We  soon  shall  meet  above, 
And  sing  the  pleasing  story 

Of  his  redeeming  love. 

149  us. 

THE  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  how  happy  am  I ! 
How  tender  and  watchful  my  wants  to 
supply ! 

He  daily  provides  me  with  raiment  and  food, 
Whate'er  he  denies  me  is  meant  for  my  good. 

2  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  then  must  I  obey 
His  gracious  commandment,  and  walk  in  his 

way — 

His  fear  he  will  teach  me,  my  heart  he'll  renew, 
And  tho'  I'm  so  sinful,  my  sins  he'll  subdue. 

3  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  how  happy  am  I; 
I'm  blest  while  I  live,  and  I'm  blest  when  I  die, 
In  death's  gloomy  valley  no  evil  I'll  dread, 

"  For  I  will  be  with  thee/'  my  Shepherd  has 
said. 

4  "The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,"  I'll  sing  with 

delight, 

Till  called  to  adore  him  in  regions  of  light; 
Then  praise  him,  with  angels,  to  bright  harps 
of  gold, 

And  ever  and  ever  his  glory  behold. 

150  p- 

WHY  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends,  all 
the  day  ? 

Your  moments  so  fleeting  will  soon  pass  away; 
All  things  are  provided  for  sinners  undone, 
And  you  are  invited,  and  welcome  to  come. 


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147 


The  market  is  open,  the  stores  you  may  see  ; 
Then  come,  take  and  welcome,  all  things  here 
are  free. 

2  Here's  mercy  and  pardon,  here's  love  and  free 

grace  j 

Here's  strong  consolation,  here's  great  joy  and 
peace  ; 

Here's  hope  for  the  hopeless, — the  weary  find 
rest ; 

Here's  all  things  in  plenty  for  poor  souls  dis- 
tressed. 

3  Here's  clothes  for  the  naked — here  all  may  be 

clad ; 

Here's  bread  for  the  hungry — here  souls  may 
be  fed  ; 

Here's  manna  from  heaven,  the  food  is  divine; 
Here's  food  full  of  marrow,  and  wine  well  re- 
fined. 

4  Here's  oil,  milk,  and  honey,  and  plenty  in  store, 
Sufficient  for  thousands,  yea,  millions,  and  more ; 
Here's  balm  for  the  wounded — here's  strength 

for  the  weak ; 
Here  cordials  divine  are  prepared  for  the  sick. 

5  Here  medicines  for  healing  are  given  out  free; 
Here's  eye  salve  for  eyes,  that  will  make  them 

to  see, 

Here  cripples  are  healed,  the  lame  made  to  walk; 
The  deaf  made  to  hear,  and  the  dumb  made  to 
talk. 

6  Here  lepers  are  cleansed  and  purged  from  their 

sins  ; 

Here  sinners  are  pardoned,  and  souls  are  made 
clean: 

Here  all  that  are  willing  are  eased  of  their  pains ; 
Here  thousands  are  ransomed  and  freed  from 
their  chains. 


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7  Here's  armor  and  weapons  for  soldiers  to  wield, 
A  breastplate,  a  helmet,  a  sword,  and  a  shield; 
The  poor  receive  riches,  a  crown  for  their  head, 
Eternal  salvation,  and  life  from  the  dead. 

8  0  come  all  ye  needy,  ye  poor  and  distressed ; 
Come  and  receive  plenty,  and  be  ever  blessed. 
0  come,  without  money,  to  Jesus,  and  buy; 
Then  love  him,  and  praise  him,  forever  on  high. 


WHAT'S  this  that  rises  in  my  soul  ? 
Is  it  grace  ?    Is  it  grace  ? 
That  makes  my  life  of  sin  look  foul  ? 

Is  it  grace?    Is  it  grace? 
This  work  that's  in  my  soul  begun, 
It  makes  me  strive  all  sin  to  shun, 
It  plants  my  soul  beneath  the  throne, 

Where  mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 

2  Great  God  of  Love  !  I  can't  but  wonder, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 
Though  I've  no  price  at  all  to  tender, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free  ! 
Though  mercy's  free,  our  God  is  just, 
And  if  a  soul  should  e'er  be  lost, 
This  will  torment  the  sinner  most, — 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 

3  Swell,  swell,  oh  swell  the  heavenly  chorus ! 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 
The  devil's  kingdom  falls  before  us: 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 
Sinner  repent,  inquire  the  road 
That  leads  to  glory  and  to  God, 
And  wash  in  Christ's  atoning  blood — 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free! 

4  This  truth  through  all  our  life  shall  cheer  us, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 


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And  through  the  vale  of  death  shall  bear  us, 

Mercy's  free — mercy's  free  ! 
And  when  to  Jordan's  brink  we  come, 
And  cross  the  raging  billows'  foam, 
We'll  sing,  when  safely  landed  home, 
Mercy's  free — mercy's  free ! 


WHEN  converts  first  begin  to  sing, 
Wonder,  wonder,  wonder, 
Their  happy  souls  are  on  the  wing, 

Glory,  Hallelujah. 
Their  theme  is  all  redeeming  love, 

Glory,  Hallelujah. 
Fain  would  they  be  with  Christ  above, 
Sing,  Glory,  Hallelujah. 

2  "With  admiration  they  behold, 

The  love  of  Christ  that  can't  be  told, 
They  long  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore, 
Where  they  shall  doubt  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Well !  the  good  Shepherd  waiting  stands, 
To  guard  and  guide  his  tender  lambs : 
Jesus  !  we  give  them  up  to  thee, 

Keep  them  from  sin  and  error  free. 

4  In  all  their  weakness  be  thou  near, 
Their  steps  to  guide,  their  hearts  to  cheer ; 
Then  every  snare  and  danger  past, 

Take  them  to  dwell  with  thee  at  last. 


WHEN  this  mortal  life  is  fled, 
When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
Thou  hast  finished  earth's  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 


152 


153 


2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment  day, 


150 


REVIVAL  AND 


"When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  0  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might; 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  0  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What  shall  soothe  thy  pained  heart, 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found? 

5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer, 
Then  in  heaven  shaft  thou  appear. 

154  a  m. 

WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sang  surprising  grace. 

3  "Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbors  cried, 

And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 
"Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 
"And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night, 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 


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They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

6  Though  seed  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 
It  sha'n't  deceive  their  hope; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost, 
For  grace  ensures  the  crop. 

155  jp.  m. 

WHEN  I  set  out  for  heaven, 
But  few  were  in  the  way; 
But  oftentimes  together 

"We  met  to  praise  and  pray: 
Our  bosoms  glowed  with  rapture, 

With  love  our  hearts  were  fired ; 
We  sang  and  talked  of  glory, 
We  sang  and  never  tired. 

2  Those  days  were  full  of  sweetness; 

I  think  upon  them  yet ; 
Their  holy  joy  and  gladness 

I  never  can  forget : 
We  were  a  band  of  brothers, 

Of  brothers  fond  and  true; 
We  were  a  band  of  brothers, 

And  loved  as  brothers  do. 

3  The  world  was  all  against  us, 

What  cared  we  for  its  frown  ? 
A  better  world  before  us 

Contained  a  starry  crown : 
We  trampled  on  earth's  pleasures, 

Its  riches  were  but  dross; 
Its  glory  all  was  tarnished ; 

We  gloried  in  the  cross. 

4  When  one  was  called  to  leave  us, 

And  fly  away  to  God, 
We  cheered  him  with  our  voices, 
While  crossing  Jordan's  flood: 


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We  sang  the  songs  of  Zion 

Around  his  dying  bed, 
And  witnessed  with  what  triumph 

The  soul  from  sorrow  fled. 

5  Then  with  our  friends  departed, 

We  seemed  the  earth  to  leave; 
And  soaring  up  like  seraphs, 

Forgot  to  weep  and  grieve : 
With  patriarchs  and  prophets, 

And  blood-washed  throngs  above, 
We  sang  the  loud  hosanna — 

The  song  of  heavenly  love. 

6  Ye  friends  of  former  seasons, 

Of  happy  youthful  days, 
All,  all  have  gone  before  me, 

Ye  all  have  run  your  race : 
And  mine  will  soon  be  finished; 

I  haste  to  grasp  your  hand, 
To  join  again  my  comrades, 

In  that  undying  land. 

156  je>.  m. 

YE  angels  who  mortals  attend, 
And  minister  comfort  in  woe, 
Come  listen,  ye  heavenly  friends, 

My  happier  story  to  know. 
I  sing  of  a  theme  most  sublime, 

No  sorrow  my  song  can  control; 
I  sing  of  the  rapturous  time 

When  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

Hosanna  !  hosanna  !  hosanna  we'll  raise  ! 
Hosanna,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  for  free  grace  ! 

2  When  guilt  my  poor  heart  did  assail, 
Because  I  had  wandered  from  God, 
I  strove  my  sad  case  to  bewail, 
My  sins  were  a  cumbrous  load. 


camp  Meeting  minstrel. 

0  Saviour,  have  mercy !  I  cried ; 

0  pardon  a  wretch  that's  so  vile  ! 
Then  quickly  his  blood  was  applied, 

And  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

3  My  guilt,  like  the  cloud  of  the  morn, 

Was  chased  in  a  moment  away; 
The  joy  of  my  soul  newly  born 

Increased  like  the  dawning  of  day. 
My  Saviour  redeemed  me  from  sin ; 

He  saves  not  in  part,  but  in  whole; 
He  writes  his  salvation  within, 

For  Oh !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

4  I  now  am  so  blessed  with  his  love, 

1  covet  not  earth's  greatest  store ; 
He  visits  me  oft  from  above — 

I  have  him,  I  want  nothing  more : 
Eesigned  to  his  pleasure  I  live, 

Till  time's  latest  circle  shall  roll, 
His  utmost  salvation  receive, 

For  Oh !  he  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

5  Nor  Satan  nor  sin  can  dismay, 

No  danger  my  soul  can  affright, 
While  onward  to  mansions  of  day 

I  go  in  Immanuel's  might: 
Though  earth  in  convulsions  shall  rend 

From  the  centre  quite  through  to  each  pol 
111  smile,  for  I'm  sure  of  a  friend, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 

6  Ye  angels  who  hear  while  I  sing, 

Send  your  wings,  and  I'll  quickly  be  gone 
I'll  haste  to  my  Saviour  and  King, 

To  join  with  the  heavenly  throng  ; 
'Tis  there  I'll  eternally  feast 

On  the  joys  that  enrapture  the  whole; 
All  heaven  would  welcome  the  guest, 

Since  Jesus  spoke  peace  to  my  soul. 


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7  Farewell  to  earth's  glittering  toys, 

Farewell  to  my  friends  and  my  foes ; 
I  haste  from  these  scenes  to  the  skies, 

"Where  pleasure  eternally  flows: 
He  bids  me  leave  all  for  his  sake — 

I'll  run  till  I  reach  the  bless'd  goal ; 
Then  me  to  his  arms  he  will  take, 

Oh !  there  he'll  speak  peace  to  my  soul. 

157  j*.  m. 

YE  jewels  of  my  Master, 
Who  shine  with  heavenly  rays, 
Amidst  the  beams  of  glory, 

Eeflect  immortal  blaze. 
Ye  diamonds  of  beauty, 

With  pleasing  lustre  crowned, 
Of  heavenly  extraction, 
To  Zion's  city  bound. 

Oh,  how  charming,  how  charming  is  Jesus! 
He  is  my  Redeemer,  my  friend,  and  my  king, 

2  Ye  lambs  of  my  Eedeemer, 

The  purchase  of  his  blood, 
Who  feed  among  the  lilies, 

Beside  the  purple  flood  ; 
Go  on,  ye  happy  pilgrims, 

Your  journey  still  pursue, 
And  at  a  humble  distance 

I'll  sing  and  follow  too. 

3  When  I  beheld  your  order, 

And  harmony  of  soul, 
And  heard  divinest  numbers 

In  pure  devotion  roll, 
And  gems  immortal  glowing 

With  such  enlivening  grace, 
I  viewed  the  Saviour's  image 

Impressed  on  every  face. 


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4  Speak  often  to  each  other, 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind, 
And  often  be  your  voices 

In  pure  devotion  joined ; 
Though  trials  may  await  you, 

The  crown  before  you  lies, 
Take  courage,  brother  pilgrims, 

And  soon  you'll  win  the  prize. 

5  Ye  shall  be  mine,  says  Jesus, 

In  that  auspicious  day, 
When  I  make  up  my  jewels, 

Released  from  cumbrous  clay. 
He'll  polish  and  refine  you 

From  worthless  dross  and  tin, 
And  to  his  heavenly  kingdom 

Will  bid  you  enter  in. 

6  On  that  important  morning, 

When  bursting  thunders  sound, 
And  nimble  lightnings  waving, 

Shall  wing  the  gloom  profound, 
Lift  up  your  heads  rejoicing, 

And  clap  your  joyful  hands, 
Lo  !  you're  redeemed  forever 

From  death's  corrupted  bands. 

7  As  Aaron,  with  his  girdle, 

In  shining  jewels  dressed, 
Bore  all  the  tribes  of  Israel 

Inscribed  upon  his  breast, 
So  will  the  priests  of  Zion, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
Present  the  heirs  of  glory, 

And  God  their  kindred  own. 

8  The  golden  bell  shall  echo 

Around  the  sacred  hill, 
And  sweet  immortal  anthems, 
The  vocal  regions  fill ; 


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In  everlasting  beauty 

The  shining  millions  stand, 

Safe  on  the  rock  of  ages, 
Amidst  the  promised  land. 

9  "We'll  range  the  wide  dominion 

Of  our  Redeemer  round, 
And  in  dissolving  raptures 

Be  lost  in  love  profound : 
"While  all  the  naming  harpers 

Begin  the  lasting  song, 
With  hallelujahs  rolling, 

From  the  unnumbered  throng. 


DESCRIBING  CHRIST. 

158  n. 

AS  near  to  Calvary  I  pass, 
Methinks  I  see  a  bloody  cross, 
"Where  a  poor  victim  hangs ; 
His  flesh  with  rugged  irons  tore, 
His  limbs  all  dressed  in  purple  gore, 
Gasping  in  dying  pangs. 

2  Surprised  the  spectacle  to  see. 

I  asked,  "Who  can  this  victim  be, 

In  such  exquisite  pain? 
"Why  thus  consigned  to  woes?  I  cried; 
"'Tis  I,"  the  bleeding  Lamb  replied, 

"  To  save  a  world  from  sin." 

3  A  Christ  for  rebel  mortal  dies  ! 
How  can  it  be  !  my  soul  replies  ,• 

"What !  Jesus  died  for  me ! 
aYes,"  saith  the  suffering  Son  of  God, 
"I  give  my  life,  I  spill  my  blood, 

For  thee,  poor  soul,  for  thee." 


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4  Lord,  since  thy  life  thou'st  .freely  given, 
To  bring  my  wretched  soul  to  heaven, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  at  thy  feet  0  God,  I'll  fall, 
Give  thee  my  life,  my  soul,  my  all, 

To  reign  with  thee  above. 

159  a  m. 

AT  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought 
His  drooping  frame  to  cheer; 
Samaria's  daughter  little  thought 
That  Jacob's  God  was  near. 

2  This  had  she  known,  her  fainting  mind 

For  richer  draughts  had  sighed ; 
Nor  had  Messiah,  good  and  kind, 
Those  richer  draughts  denied. 

3  The  Man  who  came  on  earth  to  die, 

How  few  appear  to  know! 
The  Friend  of  sinners,  passing  by, 
Is  still  esteemed  a  foe. 

4  The  sinner  must  the  Stranger  know, 

Or  soon  his  loss  deplore  ; 
Behold  the  living  waters  flow! 
Come,  drink  and  thirst  no  more. 

160 

BY  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying, 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree; 
To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 
"Look  to  me,  look  to  me !" 
He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear — 
Hark  !  hark  !  what  precious  words  1  hear 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

2  Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 
Pity  me  ?  pity  me  ? 


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REVIVAL  AND 


And  did  he  snatch  my  soul  from  ruin, 

Can  it  be  ?  can  it  be  ? 
Oh  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring, 
He  is  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King ; 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

3  Jesus,  the  mighty  God,  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me ; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free. 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received; 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrieved : 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

4  Jesus  my  weary  soul  refreshes — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free — 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious 

Unto  me,  unto  me. 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  through  this  wilderness  I  rove; 
.All  may  enjoy  the  Saviour's  love — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

5  This  precious  truth,  ye  sinners  hear  it — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Ye  ministers  of  God,  declare  it — 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Visit  the  heathen's  dark  abode, 
Proclaim  to  all  the  love  of  God, 
And  spread  the  glorious  news  abroad— 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

6  Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  this  shall  be  my  theme  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free ; 
And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
When  lodged  above  the  stormy  blast, 


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I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

161  ?■ 

A FOUNTAIN  in  Jesus  which  runs  always 
free; 

For  washing  and  cleansing  such  sinners  as  we; 
Our  sins,  though  like  crimson,  made  white  as 
the  wool, 

ITo  lack  in  the  fountain,  but  always  is  full. 

2  All  things  are  now  ready,  he  invites  us  to  come; 
The  supper  is  made  by  the  Father  and  Son ; 
Rich  bounties,  rich  dainties,  here  we  may 

receive 

A  living  forever,  if  we  will  believe. 

3  The  guests  which  were  bidden,  refused  the  call, 
For  they  were  not  ready  nor  willing  at  all, 

To  be  stripped  of  their  honor  and  part  with 
their  store, 

For  a  feast  that  was  given  and  made  for  the 
poor. 

4  If  they  are  not  ready,  and  wish  to  delay, 

My  house  shall  be  filled,  the  Father  doth  say: 
The  highways  and  hedges,  the  halt  and  the 
blind, 

Shall  come  and  be  welcome,  the  supper  is  mine. 

5  He  decks  us  with  jewels  and  gems  of  rich  kind, 
A  garment  not  woven,  but  richly  refined : 
Redeemed  by  Jesus,  made  heirs  with  the  King, 
A  plan  of  the  Father  in  glory  to  s:ng. 

162  i>.m. 

BEHOLD,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God— on  the 
cross,  on  the  cross  : 
For  you  he  shed  his  precious  blood — on  the 
cross,  on  the  cross ; 


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Now  hear  his  all-important  cry — "Eloi  lama 

sabacthani  ;M 
Draw  near  and  see  your  Saviour  die — on  the 

cross,  on  the  cross. 

2  Behold  his  arms  extended  wide — on  the  cross, 

on  the  cross ; 
And  see  his  wounded  hands  and  side — on  the 

cross,  on  the  cross. 
The  sun  withholds  his  rays  of  light,  the  heavens 

are  wrapped  in  shades  of  night, 
"While  Jesus  doth  with  devils  fight — on  the 

cross,  on  the  cross. 

3  Come,  sinners,  see  him  lifted  up — on  the  cross, 

on  the  cross ; 
For  you  he  drinks  the  bitter  cup — on  the  cross, 

on  the  cross. 
The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake,  while 

Jesus  doth  atonement  make ; 
"While  Jesus  suffers  for  our  sake — on  the  cross, 

on  the  cross. 

4  And  now  the  mighty  deed  is  done — on  the  cross, 

on  the  cross ; 
The  battle's  fought  and  victory's  won — on  the 

cross,  on  the  cross ; 
To  heaven  he  turns  his  languid  eyes:  "'Tis 

finished  now/'  the  Conqueror  cries, 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies — on  the 

cross,  on  the  cross. 

5  "Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story — of  the  cross, 

of  the  cross ; 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory — save  the 

cross,  save  the  cross,- 
Yes,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be,  in  time 

and  through  eternity, 
That  Jesus  tasted  death  for  me — on  the  cross, 

on  the  cross. 


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6  Let  every  mourner  rise  and  cling — to  the  cross, 

to  the  cross  ; 
And  every  Christian  come  and  sing — round  the 

cross,  round  the  cross  ; 
Here  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand,  and,  with 

the  Bible  in  his  hand, 
Declare  the  triumphs  of  the  Lamb — on  the 

cross,  on  the  cross. 

163  * 

BLISSFUL  hours,  when  first  I  knew  him — 
Jesus,  friend  of  all  our  race; 
When  my  heart  clung  fondly  to  him, 

In  delighted,  firm  embrace; 
In  his  saving  arms  he  took  me ; 

I  reposed  upon  his  breast. 
Then  no  fear  nor  sorrow  shook  me, 
Of  his  boundless  love  possessed. 

2  When  the  sky  with  morning  brightened, 

And  the  day  came  on  apace, 
He  my  rising  sun  enlightened, 

All  my  soul  with  beams  of  grace ; 
Upward  to  my  Saviour  springing, 

On  the  wings  of  faith  I  flew ; 
Hymns  of  grateful  praises  singing, 

Neither  doubt  nor  care  I  knew. 

3  When  the  light  of  day  was  waning, 

And  the  evening  shadows  fell; 
On  his  bosom  safely  leaning, 

I  could  warble,  "All  is  well." 
I  was  happy  in  his  keeping, 

Happy  through  the  shades  of  night; 
Angels  watched  around  me  sleeping, 

And  I  dreamed  of  heavenly  light. 

4  When  the  blessed  Sabbath  entered, 

With  its  still  and  holy  air : 

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REVIVAL  AND 


On  his  house  my  thoughts  were  centred, 
For  I  longed  to  meet  him  there. 

There  I  met  my  glorious  Saviour, 
There  I  feasted  on  his  word; 

Mine  his  promises  and  favor, 
Mine  the  everlasting  Lord. 

164  p- 

DROOPING-  saints,  no  longer  grieve, 
Heaven  is  propitious, 
If  on  Christ  you  do  believe, 

You  will  find  him  precious. 
Jesus,  who  is  passing  by, 

Calls  the  mourners  to  him; 
He  has  died  for  you  and  me, 
Now  look  up  and  view  him. 

2  From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side, 

Runs  a  healing  fountain: 
See  the  heart-consoling  tide, 

Boundless  as  the  ocean. 
See  the  living  waters  move 

For  the  sick  and  dying; 
Now  resolve  to  gain  his  love, 

Or  to  perish  trying. 

3  Grace's  store  is  always  free, 

Drooping  souls  to  gladden; 
Jesus  calls,  "  Come  unto  me, 

Weary,  heavy  laden." 
Though  your  sins  like  mountains  rise, 

Rise  and  reach  to  heaven; 
Soon  as  you  on  him  rely, 

"All  shall  be  forgiven." 

4  Now  methinks  I  hear  one  say, 

I  will  go  and  prove  him ; 
If  he  takes  my  sins  away, 
Surely  I  shall  love  him. 


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Yes,  I  see  the  Father  smile, 

Smiling  move  my  burden; 
All  is  grace,  for  I  am  vile, 

Yet  he  seals  my  pardon. 

5  Streaming  mercy,  how  it  flows, 

Now  I  know,  I  feel  it; 
Half  has  never  yet  been  told, 

Yet  I  want  to  tell  it. 
Jesus'  blood  has  healed  my  wounds, 

Oh,  the  wondrous  story ; 
I  was  lost,  but  now  am  found, 

Glory  !  Glory  !  Glory ! 

6  Glory  to  my  Saviour's  name, 

Saints  are  bound  to  love  him 
Mourners,  you  may  do  the  same, 

Only  come  and  prove  nim. 
Hasten  to  the  Saviour's  blood, 

Feel  it  and  declare  it; 
Oh,  that  I  could  sing  so  loud, 

That  the  world  might  hear  it. 

7  If  no  greater  joys  are  known 

In  the  upper  regions, 
I  will  try  to  travel  on 

In  this  pure  religion. 
Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 

Glory's  here  and  yonder ; 
Brightest  seraphs  shout  Amen, 

While  the  angels  wonder. 

165  m. 

DON'T  you  see  my  Jesus  coming? 
Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud, 
With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him  ? 
See  how  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd  ? 

2  Don't  you  see  his  arms  extended? 

Don't  you  hear  his  charming  voice? 


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REVIVAL  AND 


Each  loving  heart  beats  high  for  glory : 
Oh  !  my  Jesus  is  my  choice. 

3  Don't  you  see  the  saints  ascending  ? 

Hear  them  shouting  through  the  air? 
Jesus  smiling,  trumpets  sounding, 
Now  his  glory  they  shall  share. 

4  Don't  you  see  the  heav'ns  open, 

And  the  saints  in  glory  there? 
Shouts  of  triumph  bursting  round  you, 
Glory,  glory,  glory  here  ! 

5  Come,  backsliders,  though  you've  pierced  him, 

And  have  caused  his  church  to  mourn; 
Yet  you  may  regain  free  pardon, 
If  you  will  to  him  return. 

6  Now  behold  each  loving  spirit, 

Shout  the  praise  of  his  dear  name  ; 
View  the  smiles  of  their  dear  Jesus, 
While  his  presence  feeds  the  flame. 

7  There  we'll  range  the  fields  of  pleasure 

By  our  dear  Redeemer's  side ; 
Shouting  glory,  glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  glide. 

166  «  m. 

FROM  Salem's  gates  advancing  slow, 
What  object  meets  my  eyes, 
What  means  that  majesty  of  wo, 
What  mean  those  mingled  cries  ? 

2  Who  is  the  man  that  groans  beneath 

The  pond'rous  cross  of  wood, 
Whose  soul's  oppressed  with  pang3  of  death, 
And  body  bathed  in  blood  ? 

3  Is  this  the  man!  can  this  be  he 

The  prophets  have  foretold, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


165 


Should  with  transgressors  numbered  be, 
And  for  my  crimes  be  sold? 

4  Ah,  lovely  sight !  a  heavenly  form 
For  sinful  souls  to  see, 
I'll  creep  beside  him  as  a  worm, 
And  see  him  die  for  me. 

167  p.  m. 

HAIL !  the  blest  morn  when  the  great  Me- 
diator 

Down  from  the  mansion  of  heaven  did  de- 
scend, 

Shepherds,  go  worship  the  babe  in  a  manger, 
Lo !  for  his  guard  the  bright  angels  attend. 
Kindest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 

Dawn  on  our  darkness  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ; 
Star  in  the  east  the  horizon  adorning, 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  was  laid. 

2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew  drops  were  shining, 

Low  lay  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall, 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumbers  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour,  and  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him  a  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden,  or  offering  divine  \ 
Gems  from  the  mountains,  or  pearls  from  the 
ocean, 

Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

All  those  can  never  his  favor  secure ; 
Eicher  by  far  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearest  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Low  at  his' feet,  we  in  humble  prostration 

Lose  all  our  sorrow,  and  trouble,  and  strife*; 
There  we  receive  his  divine  consolation. 
Flowing  afresh  from  the  fountain  of  life. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


6  He  is  our  friend  in  the  midst  of  temptation, 

Faithful  supporter,  whose  love  cannot  fail, 
Rock  of  our  refuge  and  hope  of  salvation, 
Light  to  direct  us  thro'  death's  gloomy  vale. 

7  Star  of  the  morning,  thy  brightness  declining, 

Shortly  must  fade  when  the  sun  doth  arise, 
Beaming  refulgent,  his  glory  eternal, 

Shines  on  the  children  of  love  in  the  skies. 

168 

HOW  lovely  the  place  where  the  Saviour  ap- 
pears, 

To  those  who  believe  in  his  word ;  % 
His  presence  disperses  my  sorrows  and  fears, 
And  bids  me  rejoice  in  my  Lord. 

2  A  day  in  his  courts,  than  a  thousand  beside, 

Is  better  and  lovelier  far — 
My  soul  hates  the  tents  where  the  wicked  reside, 
And  all  their  delights  I  abhor. 

3  Lord !  give  me  a  place  with  the  humblest  of 

saints, 

For  low  at  thy  feet  I  would  lie : 
I  know  that  thou  hearest  my  feeble  complaints ; 
Thou  hearest  the  young  raven's  cry. 

4  Give  strength  to  the  souls  that  now  wait  upon 

thee, 

0  come  in  thy  chariot  of  love ! 
From  earth's  vain  enchantments,  0  help  us  to 
flee, 

And  to  set  our  affections  above ! 

169  jp.  m. 

HIS  vestment  of  righteousness, 
Who  shall  describe  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 

Its  purity  words  would  defile; 
The  heav'ns  from  his  presence 

Fresh  beauties  imbibe, 
And  earth  is  made  rich  by  his  smile. 

2  Such  is  my  beloved, 

In  excellence  bright, 
"When  pleased  he  looks  down  from  above, 
Like  the  morn  when  he  breathes 

From  the  chambers  of  light, 
And  comforts  his  people  with  love. 

3  But  when  armed  with  vengeance, 

In  terror  he  comes, 
The  nation  rebellious  to  tame, 
The  reins  of  omnipotent 

Power  he  assumes, 
And  rides  in  a  chariot  of  flame, 

4  A  two-edged  sword 

From  his  mouth  issues  forth, 
Bright  quivers  of  fire  are  his  eyes, 
He  speaks,  and  black  tempests 

Are  seen  in  the  north, 
And  storms  from  their  caverns  arise. 

5  Ten  thousand  destructions 

That  wait  for  his  word, 
And  ride  on  the  wings  of  his  breath, 
Fly  swift  as  the  wind 

At  the  nod  of  their  Lord, 
And  deal  out  the  arrows  of  death. 

6  His  cloud-bursting  thunders 

Their  voices  resound, 
Through  all  the  vast  regions  on  high ; 
Till  from  the  deep  centre 

Loud  echoes  rebound, 
And  meet  the  quick  flame  in  the  sky. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


7  The  portals  of  heaven 

At  his  bidding  obey, 
And  expand  ere  his  banner  appear; 
Earth  trembles  beneath, 

Till  her  mountains  give  way, 
And  hell  shakes  her  fetters  with  fear. 

8  When  he  treads  on  the  clouds, 

As  the  dust  of  his  feet, 
And  grasps  the  big  storm  in  his  hand, 
What  eye  the  fierce  glance  * 

Of  his  anger  shall  meet, 
Or  who  in  his  presence  shall  stand? 

170  L-M. 

HE  lives,  the  great  Eedeemer  lives : 
What  joy  the  bless'd  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face, 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black  despairing  thoughts! 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults ; 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  firm  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

5  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend! 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


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171  jP.  M. 

I'M  tired  with  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 
And  flatteries  paid  to  fellow-worms; 
Their  conversation  cloys : 
Their  vain  amours  and  empty  stuff: 
But  I  can  ne'er  enjoy  enough 

Of  thy  best  company,  my  Lord,  thou  life  of 
all  my  joys. 

2  When  he  begins  to  tell  his  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  tongue: 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound, 

Nor  should  I  feel  December  cold,  nor  think 
the  darkness  long. 

3  There  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God, 
Count  o'er  the  sins  (a  heavy  load) 

He  bore  upon  the  tree, 
Inward  I  blush  with  secret  shame, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  bless  the  name, 

That  knew  no  guilt  nor  grief  his  own,  but 
bare  it  all  for  me. 

4  Next  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  talks  his  bloody  passion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drowned  in  tears : 
Yet  with  the  sympathetic  smart, 
There's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart ! 

The  cursed  tree  has  blessings  in't,  my  sweet- 
est balm  it  bears. 

5  I  hear  the  glorious  sufferer  tell, 
How  on  the  cross  he  vanquished  hell, 

And  all  the  powers  beneath  : 
Transported  and  inspired,  my  tongue 
Attempts  his  triumphs  in  a  song: 
How  has  the  serpent  lost  his  sting,  and  where's 
thy  victory,  death  ? 


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REVIVAL  AND 


6  But  when  he  shows  his  hands  and  heart, 
With  those  dear  prints  of  dying  smart, 

He  sets  my  soul  on  fire : 
Not  the  beloved  John  could  rest 
"With  more  delight  upon  that  breast, 

Nor  Thomas  pry  into  those  wounds  with  more 
intense  desire. 

7  Kindly  he  opes  to  me  his  ear, 

And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pains : 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burdened  heart, 
In  every  wo  he  bears  a  part, 

His  arms  embrace  me,  and  his  hand  my 
drooping  head  sustains. 

172  a*. 

<<T  AM  thy  REDEEMER— for  thee  I  must  die; 
JL  The  cup  is  most  bitter,  but  cannot  pass  by; 
Thy  sins,  which  are  many,  are  laid  upon  me, 
And  all  this  sore  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee  !" 

2  I  heard,  with  deep  sorrow,  the  tales  of  his  wo, 
While  tears  of  repentance  mine  eyes  did  o'er- 

flow; 

The  cause  of  his  sorrows  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Pierced  deeply  my  bosom — I  fell  at  his  feet. 

3  In  humble  contrition  I  poured  out  my  cry, 
"Lord,  save  a  poor  sinner!  0  save,  or  I  die!" 
He  smiled,  when  he  saw  me,  and  said  to  me, 

"Live  \" 

"Thy  sins,  which  were  many,  I  freely  forgive!" 

4  How  sweet  was  that  sentence!  it  made  me 

rejoice ! 

His  smiles,  how  consoling  !    How  charming  his 
voice ! 

I  ran  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad, 
And  shouted — "Salvation!  0  glory  to  God!" 


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171 


5  I'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above — 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  of  light,  peace,  and 

love ; 

I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayers  and  the  tears 
Of  my  blessed  Jesus,  who  banished  my  fears. 

6  The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
When,  Gabriel  descending,  the  trumpet  will 

sound ; 

My  soul  to  the  Saviour  in  raptures  shall  rise, 
And  see  him  forever,  with  unclouded  eyes. 

173  8s  &  7s. 

I WILL  never,  never  leave  thee, 
I  will  never  thee  forsake, 
I  will  guide,  and  save,  and  keep  thee, 
For  my  name  and  mercy's  sake. 

Fear  no  evil,  fear  no  evil, 
Only  all  my  counsel  take; 

For  Til  never,  never  leave  thee, 
I  will  never  thee  forsake. 

2  When  the  storm  is  raging  round  thee, 

Call  on  me  in  humble  prayer; 
I  will  fold  my  arms  about  thee, 
Guard  thee  with  the  tenderest  care. 

In  the  trial,  in  the  trial, 
I  will  make  thy  pathway  clear. 

3  When  thy  sky  above  is  glowing, 

And  around  thee  all  is  bright, 
Pleasure,  like  a  river,  flowing, 
All  things  tending  to  delight, 

I'll  be  with  thee, 
I  will  guide  thy  steps  aright. 

4  When  thy  soul  is  dark  and  clouded, 

Filled  with  doubt,  and  grief,  aDd  care, 


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Through  the  mists  by  which  'tis  shrouded, 
I  will  make  a  light  appear, 

And  the  banner 
Of  My  love  I  will  uprear. 

5  Thou  may'st  leave  my  care  and  keeping, 

Thou  may'st  wander  far  from  me; 
Sorrow,  then,  and  wo  and  weeping, 
Mercy  must  mete  out  to  thee ; 

To  the  righteous 
My  rich  blessings  all  are  free. 

6  "When  thy  feeble  frame  is  dying, 

And  thy  soul  about  to  soar 
To  that  land  where  pain  and  sighing 
Shall  be  heard  and  known  no  more, 

I  will  teach  thee 
To  rejoice  that  life  is  o'er. 

174  a  m. 

JESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget, 
And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  ? 

Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee! 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid  ; 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer :  % 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  ? 

3  Gethsemane  can  we  forget; 

Thy  struggling  agony — 
When  night'lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


4  Can  we  the  plaited  crown  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame, 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 
And  earth  reviled  thy  name? 

5  The  nails — the  spear — can  we  forget; 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"My  God  !  my  Father  !  wilt  thou  let 
Thy  Son  forsaken  die  ?" 

6  Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget— 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love ; 
But  He  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt, 
Our  constancy  shall  prove. 

175 

ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
He  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end : 
They  who  once  his  kindness  prove, 
Find  it  everlasting  love  ! 

2  Which,  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could,  or  would  have  shed  his  blood? 
But  this  Saviour  died  to  have  us 

Eeconciled  in  him  to  God : 
It  was  boundless  love  to  bleed ; 
Jesus  is  a  Friend  indeed. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

"Friend  of  sinners"  was  his  name; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 

He  rejoices  in  the  same: 
Still  he  calls  them  brethren,  friends, 
And  to  all  their  wants  attends. 

4  Oh  !  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us,  Lord,  at  length  to  love, 


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We,  alas  !  forget,  too  often, 

What  a  Friend  we  have  above  : 
When  to  heaven  our  souls  are  brought, 
We  will  love  thee  as  we  ought. 

176  76,  76,  77,  76. 

JESUS  drinks  the  bitter  cup, 
The  wine-press  treads  alone : 
Tears  the  graves  and  mountains  up, 

By  his  expiring  groan  : 
Lo,  the  powers  of  heaven  he  shakes, 

Nature  in  convulsion  lies ; 
Earth's  profoundest  centre  quakes, 
The  great  Jehovah  dies  ! 

2  0  my  God  he  dies  for  me ! 

I  feel  the  mortal  smart ! 
See  him  hanging  on  the  tree, 

A  sight  that  breaks  my  heart ! 
0  that  all  to  thee  might  turn  ! 

Sinners,  ye  may  love  him  too; 
Look  on  him,  ye  pierced,  and  mourn 

For  one  who  bled  for  you. 

3  Weep  o'er  your  desire  and  hope, 

With  tears  of  humblest  love ! 
Sing,  for  Jesus  is  gone  up, 

And  reigns  enthroned  above ! 
Lives  our  head  to  die  no  more, 

Power  is  all  to  Jesus  given ; 
Worshipped  as  he  was  before, 

The  immortal  King  of  heaven. 

4  Lord,  we  bless  thee  for  thy  grace 

And  truth,  which  never  fail; 
Hastening  to  behold  thy  face 

Without  a  dimming  veil; 
We  shall  see  our  heavenly  King, 

All  thy  glorious  love  proclaim, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  175 


Help  the  angel  choirs  to  sing 
Our  bless'd  triumphant  Lamb. 

177  us. 

IN  the  house  of  king  David  a  fountain  did 
spring, 

For  sin  and  uncleanness,  from  Jesus  our  king, 
This  fountain  flows  sweetly  whenever  applied; 
It  sprang  from  the  bowels  of  Christ  when  he 
died. 

2  Come  all  that  have  bathed  in  the  fountain  of 

love, 

And  have  felt  the  heavy  burden  of  guilt  to 
remove ; 

Let's  praise  our  dear  Saviour  as  long  as  we've 
breath, 

And  after  we're  laid  in  the  dust  of  the  earth. 

3  There,  there  we  shall  sleep,  but  not  always 

remain ; 

"We  look  for  the  coming  of  Jesus  again ; 
"When  waked  by  the  trumpet  we'll  lay  by  our 
shrouds, 

And  rise  to  meet  Jesus,  our  Lord,  in  the  clouds. 

4  How  we  shall  be  fashioned,  he  does  not  declare, 
But  we  shall  be  like  him  when  he  doth  appear; 
And  that  happy  moment  we're  longing  to  see, 
"When  we  shall  be  perfectly  happy  in  thee. 

5  Lord  Jesus  I  love  thee,  thou  knowest  very  well, 
Assist  me  to  conquer  the  powers  of  hell; 
Though  Satan  he  rages,  and  frightens  me  too, 
Lord  Jesus  protect  me,  and  bring  me  safe 

through. 

178  7s  &  6s. 

I LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God; 


176 


REVIVAL  AND 


He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load. 

I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 
To  wash  my  crimson  stains 

White,  in  his  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him; 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

179 

KING  Messiah,  take  the  throne, 
Reign  unrivalled,  reign  alone ; 
Claim  the  kingdom  for  thine  own, 
Claim  thy  lawful  right: 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


177 


Bow  the  nations  to  thy  sway; 
Near  at  hand  and  far  away, 
Make  the  stubborn  world  obey ; 
Put  thy  foes  to  night. 

2  King  Messiah,  wear  the  crown, 
Reign  in  glory  and  renown, 
Cast  the  heathen  idols  down, 

Make  the  nations  yield. 
Lo !  the  nations  all  are  given 
To  Messiah,  king'of  heaven — 
Let  his  enemies  be  driven 

From  the  battle-field. 

3  King  Messiah,  o'er  the  world 
Be  thy  banner  wide  unfurled ; 
Be  the  prince  of  darkness  hurled 

From  his  usurped  throne  : 
Reign  abroad  in  every  part, 
Reign  at  home,  in  every  heart, 
Reign,  Almighty  as  thou  art, 

Sovereign  Lord  alone. 

4  King  Messiah,  be  our  king, 
Thy  salvation  to  us  bring — 
Then  shall  we  thy  triumphs  sing 

In  exalted  strains: 
Zion's  joyful  sons  cry  out, 
Salem's  happy  daughters  shout, 
Jesus  reigns  the  world  throughout, 

King  Messiah  reigns. 

180  tls  &  8s. 

OTHOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes 
delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call — 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night. 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all — 
12 


178 


REVIVAL  AND 


Where  dost  thou  at  noontide  resort  with  thy 
sheep, 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
For  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove? 

2  Oh,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee, 

And  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
My  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see, 

And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 

And  where  with  his  flocks  he  has  gone. 

3  This  is  my  Beloved,  his  form  is  divine, 

His  vestments  shed  odors  around ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 

When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 
The  roses  of  Sharon,  the  lilies  that  grow 

In  the  vales  on  the  banks  of  the  streams, 
On  his  cheeks  in  the  beauty  of  excellence  glow, 

And  his  eyes  are  as  quivers  of  beams. 

4  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadows  of  death; 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 

The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 
His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

That  waters  the  garden  of  grace; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  gentiles  shall 
know, 

And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids,  and  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high : 
Their  faces  the  cherubim  veil  in  his  sight, 

And  tremble  with  fullness  of  joy. 
He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  179 

He  speaks — and  eternity,  filled  with  his  voice, 
Ee-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

181  *,  x. 

OHOW  I  have  longed  for  the  coming  of  God ! 
And  sought  him  by  praying  and  searching 
his  word ; 

With  watching  and  fasting  my  soul  was  op- 
pressed, 

Nor  would  I  give  over  till  Jesus  had  blessed. 

2  The  tokens  of  mercy  at  length  did  appear,* 
According  to  promise,  he  answered  my  prayer; 
And  glory  is  opened  in  floods  on  my  soul ; 
Salvation  from.  Zion's  beginning  to  roll. 

3  The  news  of  his  mercy  is  spreading  abroad, 
And  sinners  come  crying  and  weeping  to  God; 
Their  mourning  and  praying  is  heard  very  loud, 
And  all  may  find  favor  in  Jesus'  blood. 

4  Here  are  more,  my  dear  Saviour,  who  fall  at 

thy  feet, 

Oppressed  by  a  burden  enormously  great, 
Oh,  raise  them,  my  Jesus,  to  tell  of  thy  love, 
And  shout  hallelujahs  with  angels  above. 

5  I'll  sing,  and  I'll  shout,  and  I'll  shout,  and  I'll 

sing ; 

0  God,  make  the  nations  in  praises  to  ring 
With  loud  acclamations  of  Jesus'  love, 
And  carry  us  all  to  the  city  above. 

6  We'll  wait  for  thy  chariot,  it  seems  to  draw 

near, 

Oh  come,  my  dear  Saviour,  let  glory  appear  ; 
We  long  to  be  singing  and  shouting  above, 
With  angels  o'erwhelmed  in  Jesus'  love. 


180 


REVIVAL  AND 


182 


JP.  31. 


PKISONER  of  hope,  to  thee  I  turn, 
And,  calmly  confident,  I  mourn, 
And  pray,  and  weep  for  thee  : 
Tell  me  thy  love,  thy  secret  tell, 
Thy  mystic  name  in  me  reveal, 
Eeveal  thyself  in  me ! 

2  Descend,  pass  by  me,  and  proclaim, 
0  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  glorious  name, 

"The  Lord,  the  gracious  Lord; 
Long-suffering,  merciful,  and  kind, 
The  God  who  always  bears  in  mind 

His  everlasting  word." 

3  Plenteous  he  is  in  truth  and  grace ; 
He  wills  that  all  the  fallen  race 

Should  turn,  repent,  and  live  ; 
His  pardoning  grace  for  all  is  free  : 
Transgression,  sin,  iniquity, 

He  freely  doth  forgive. 

4  Mercy  he  doth  for  thousands  keep ; 
He  goes  and  seeks  the  one  lost  sheep, 

And  brings  his  wand'rer  home ; 
And  every  soul  that  sheep  might  be,* 
Come  then,  my  Lord,  and  gather  me, 

My  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

5  Take  me  into  thy  people's  rest, 

0  come,  and  with  my  sole  request, 

My  one  desire  comply ! 
Make  me  partaker  of  my  hope, 
Then  bid  me  get  me  quickly  up, 

And  on  thy  bosom  die  ! 


SEE  the  Lord  of  glory  dying 
See  him  gasping,  hear  him  crying; 


183 


P.  31. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  181 


See  his  burdened  bosom  heave ; 
Look,  ye  sinners,  you  that  hung  him, 
Look  how  deep  your  stings  have  stung  him; 

Dying  sinners,  look  and  live. 

2  See  the  rocks  and  mountains  quaking; 
Earth  unto  her  centre  shaking; 

Nature's  groans  awake  the  dead, 
Look  on  Phoebus  struck  with  wonders, 
While  the  peals  of  legal  thunders 

Smite  the  dear  Eedeemer's  head. 

3  Heaven's  bright  melodious  legions, 
Chanting  through  the  tuneful  regions, 

Cease  to  thrill  the  quiv'ring  strings ; 
Songs  seraphic  all  suspended, 
Till  the  mighty  war  was  ended 

By  the  all-victorious  King. 

4  Hell  and  all  the  powers  infernal 
Vanquished  by  the  King  eternal, 

When  he  poured  the  vital  flood; 
By  his  groans  which  shook  creation, 
Lo  !  we  found  a  proclamation  ; 

Peace  and  pardon  by  his  blood. 

5  Shout,  ye  saints,  with  adoration — 
Fill  with  songs  the  wide  creation, 

Since  he's  risen  from  the  grave; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamation 
To  the  rock  of  your  salvation, 

Who  alone  has  power  to  save. 

6  Bear  with  patience  tribulation, 
Overcoming  all  temptation, 

Till  the  glorious  jubilee ; 
Then  he/ll  come  with  bursts  of  thunder, 
Then  shall  we  adore  and  wonder, 

Singing  on  the  highest  key. 


182 


REVIVAL  AND 


184  m. 

SAW  ye  my  Saviour  !    Saw  ye  my  Saviour ! 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
Oh !  he  died  on  Calvary,  to  atone  for  you  and 
me, 

And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

2  He  was  extended  !  he  was  extended ! 

Shamefully  nailed  to  the  cross ; 
Oh!  he  bowed  his  head  and  died!  thus  my  Lord 
was  crucified, 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

3  Jesus  hung  bleeding  !    Jesus  hung  bleeding  ! 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 
Oh!  the  sun  refused  to  shine,  when  his  majesty 
divine 

Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

4  Darkness  prevailed !  darkness  prevailed  ! 

Darkness  prevailed  o'er  the  land; 
Oh !  the  solid  rocks  were  rent,  through  creation's 
vast  extent, 
When  the  Jews  crucified  the  God- man. 

5  When  it  was  finished,  when  it  was  finished, 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great,  and  embalmed  in 
spices  sweet, 
And  in  a  new  sepulchre  laid. 

6  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  hail,  mighty  Saviour ! 

Prince  and  the  author  of  peace ; 
Oh !  he  burst  the  bands  of  death,  and  triumph- 
ant through  the  east 
He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 

7  Now  interceding !  now  interceding ! 

Pleading  that  sinners  may  live; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


183 


Crying,  Father,  I  have  died !    Oh,  behold  my 
hands  and  side, 
To  redeem  them ; — I  pray  thee  forgive. 
8  I  will  forgive  them  j  I  will  forgive  them, 
If  they'll  repent  and  believe ; 
Let  them  now  return  to  me,  and  be  reconciled 
to  thee, 

And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive. 

185  p-  m. 

THE  Son  of  man  they  did  betray, 
He  was  condemned  and  led  away, 
Think,  0  my  soul,  on  that  dread  day  ; 

Look  on  Mount  Calvary. 
Behold  him  lamb-like  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
And  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 
Upon  the  shameful  tree. 

2  'Twas  thus  the  glorious  sufferer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nailed  to  the  wood; 
From  every  wound  a  stream  of  blood 

Came  flowing  down  amain. 
His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
And  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mocked 

And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

3  Now  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 
Behold,  in  agonies  he  dies; 

0  sinners!  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

Come,  see  his  tort'ring  pain. 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blushed,  and  refused  to  view  the  sight: 
The  azure  clothed  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourned  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 


184 


REVIVAL  AND 


4  Hark  !  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son ; 
He  cries  for  help,  but  0 !  there's  none : 
He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone. 

His  garments  stained  with  blood. 
In  lamentations  hear  him  cry, 
"Eloi,  lama  sabacthani  !" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  the  upper  skies, 

The  conquering  Son  of  God. 

5  The  Jews  and  Eomans  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel  around  him  stand, 
And  mocking  say,  "  Come,  save  the  land, 

Come,  try  yourself  to  free." 
A  soldier  pierced  him  when  he  died, — 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side, 
And  thus  my  Lord  was  crucified, 
Stern  justice  now  is  satisfied, 

Sinners,  for  you  and  me. 

6  Behold,  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 

While  millions  bowing  at  his  feet, 

With  loud  hosannas  tell, 
Though  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
He  led  the  monster  death  in  chains; 
Ye  seraphs,  raise  your  highest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains ; 

He  conquered  death  and  hell. 

7  'Tis  done !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid, 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made  : 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood ; 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
And  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ  your  smiling  God. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


185 


8  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  the  sky, 
Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die, 

Glory  to  him  be  given ; 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 

0  Zion,  sing — his  grace  abounds  ; 

1  hope  to  shout  eternal  rounds, 

In  naming  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 
*  When  swallowed  up  in  heaven. 


THOU  sweet,  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver 
stream, 

Our  Saviour  at  midnight,  when  Cynthia's  pale 


Shone  bright  on  thy  waters,  did  frequently  stray, 
And  lose  in  thy  murmurs  the  toils  of  the  day. 

Come,  saints,  and  adore  him,  come,  bow  at  his  feet, 
Oh,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  loud  anthem  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head, 
How  hard  was  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed  ! 
The  angels,  astonished,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  followed  their  Master  with  silent  delight. 

3  0  garden  of  Olivet — dear  honored  spot, 

The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot,* 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above, 
The  wonder  of  joy  and  the  wonder  of  love. 


186 


P.  M. 


beam 


187 


8s  &  4s. 


THEEE'S  a  friend  above  all  others, 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 


186 


REVIVAL  AND 


Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
This  day  kind,  to-morrow  grieve  us, 
But  this  friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us, 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

2  Blessed  Jesus  !  wouldst  thou  know  him  ? 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Give  thyself  e'en  this  day  to  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Is  it  sin  that  pains  and  grieves  thee? 
Unbelief  and  trials  tease  thee? 
Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

3  Love  this  friend  who  longs  to  save  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Dost  thou  love  ?    He  will  not  leave  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Think  no  more  then  of  to-morrow, 
Take  his  easy  yoke  and  follow, 
Jesus  carries  all  thy  sorrow, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

4  All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Backward  all  thy  foes  be  driven, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessings  he'll  provide  thee, 
Naught  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thee, 
Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 

5  Pause,  my  soul !  adore  and  wonder, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
1ST  aught  can  cleave  this  love  asunder, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Neither  trial  nor  temptation, 
Doubt,  nor  fear,  nor  tribulation, 
Can  bereave  us  of  salvation — 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 


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6  Let  us  still  this  love  be  viewing, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
And  though  faint,  keep  on  pursuing, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
He  will  strengthen  each  endeavor, 
And  when  passed  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
This  shall  be  our  song  forever, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 

188 

,rPWAS  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  who  died  on  a  tree, 

J-  To  open  a  fountain  for  sinners  like  me : 
His  blood  is  that  fountain  which  pardon  be- 
stows, 

And  cleanses  the  foulest  wherever  it  flows. 

For  the  Lion  of  Judah  shall  break  ev'ry  chain, 
And  give  us  the  vicfry  again  and  again  ; 
For  the  Lion  of  Judah  shall  break  ev'ry  chain, 
And  give  us  the  vie  fry  again  and  again. 

2  And  when  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to  part, 
He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my  heart; 
So  now  I  am  joined  with  the  conquering  band, 
Who  are  marching  to  glory  at  Jesus'  command. 

3  Though  round  me  the  storms  of  adversity  roll, 
And  the  waves  of  destruction  encompass  my 

soul, 

In  vain  this  frail  vessel  the  tempest  shall  toss, 
My  hopes  rest  secure  on  the  blood  of  the  cross. 

4  And  when  the  last  trumpet  of  judgment  shall 

sound, 

And  wake  all  the  nations  that  sleep  in  the 
ground, 

Then,  when  heaven  and  earth  shall  be  melting 
away, 

I'll  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  in  that  day. 


188 


REVIVAL  AND 


5  And  when  with  the  ransomed  by  Jesus  my  head, 
From  fountain  to  fountain  I  then  shall  be  led; 
I'll  fall  at  his  feet,  and  his  mercy  adore, 
And  sing  of  the  blood  of  the  cross  evermore. 


THOU  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb, 
I  love  to  hear  of  thee; 
No  music's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  Oh,  may  I  ever  hear  thy  voice 

In  mercy  to  me  speak ; 
In  thee,  my  priest,  will  I  rejoice, 
And  thy  salvation  seek. 

3  While  Jesus  shall  be  still  my  theme, 

While  on  this  earth  I  stay, 
I'll  sing  my  Jesus'  lovely  name, 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  I  appear  in  yonder  cloud 

With  all  his  favored  throng, 
Then  will  I  sing  more  sweet,  more  loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  my  song. 


WHAT  think  you  of  Christ?  is  the  test 
To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme, 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  our  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not, 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 
2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 
A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 
Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost. 


189 


C.  M. 


190 


P.  M. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


189 


So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  durst  not  confide  in  his  blood, 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  was  sure  he  was  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour,  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can : 
If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, 

(A  little,  they  own,  they  may  fall,) 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 

4  Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys; 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 

And  while  they  salute  him,  betray, 
Ah  !  what  will  profession  like  this 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day? 

5  If  asked  what  of  Jesus  I  think  ? 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say  he's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store; 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall; 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end, 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  All. 

191  i.  M. 

WHEN  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone  of  all  the  train 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wand'ring  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem ; 


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REVIVAL  AND 


But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks : 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud — the  night  was  dark — 
The  ocean  yawned — and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  found'ring  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze, 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose  : 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all, 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And  through  the  storms  and  danger's  thrall. 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now  safely  moored — my  peril  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  for  evermore, 

The  Star !— the  Star  of  Bethlehem ! 

192  u*. 

WHEN  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest, 
In  deep  meditation  I  wandered  abroad; 
The  last  beams  of  daylight  shone  dim  in  the 
west, 

The  moon  cast  her  paleness  in  lone  solitude. 

2  "While  passing  a  garden,  I  lingered  to  hear 

A  voice,  faint  and  plaintive,  from  one  kneeling 
there ; 

The  voice  of  the  suppliant  affected  my  heart, 
While  pleading,  in  anguish,  the  poor  sinner's 
part. 

3  In  offering  to  heaven  his  pitying  prayer, 

He  spake  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must  bear; 
His  life  as  a  ransom  he  offered  to  give, 
That  sinners  redeemed  in  glory  might  live. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  191 


4  I  listened  a  moment,  then  turned  to  see 
What  man  of  compassion  this  stranger  could  be, 
When  lo !  I  discovered,  knelt  on  the  cold  ground, 
The  loveliest  being  I  ever  had  found. 

5  His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the  night, 
His  locks,  by  pale  moonlight,  were  glistening 

and  bright  ; 

His  eyes,  mildly  beaming,  to  heaven  were  raised, 
While  round  him  in  grandeur  stood  angels, 
amazed. 

6  So  deep  was  his  sorrow,  so  fervent  his  prayers, 
That  down  o'er  his  bosom  rolled  blood,  sweat, 

and  tears ! 

I  wept  to  behold  him.  and  asked  him  his  name, 
He  answered,  "'Tis  Jesus!    From  heaven  I 
came." 

193  x.Jir. 

WHEN  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see, 
Bleeding  to  death  for  wretched  me, 
Satan  and  sin  no  more  can  move, 
For  I  am  all  transformed  to  love. 

2  His  thorns  and  nails  pierce  through  my  heart; 
In  every  groan  I  bear  a  part; 

I  view  his  wounds  with  streaming  eyes ; 
But  see  !  he  bows  his  head  and  dies  ! 

3  Come,  sinners,  view  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wounded,  and  dead,  and  bathed  in  blood ! 
Behold  his  side,  and  venture  near ; 

The  well  of  endless  life  is  here. 

4  Here  I  forget  my  cares  and  pains ; 

I  drink,  yet  still  my  thirst  remains : 
Only  the  Fountain  Head  above 
Can  satisfy  the  thirst  of  love. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


5  Oh  that  I  thus  could  always  feel ! 
Lord,  more  and  more  thy  love  reveal : 
Then  my  glad  tongue  shall  loud  proclaim 
The  grace  and  glory  of  thy  name. 

6  Thy  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 
Revives  my  heart,  and  charms  my  ear; 
Affords  a  balm  for  every  wound, 

And  Satan  trembles  at  the  sound. 

194 

YE  prisoners  of  hope,  o'erwhelmed  with  grief, 
To  Jesus  look  up  for  certain  relief; 
There's  no  condemnation  in  Jesus  the  Lord, 
But  strong  consolation  his  grace  doth  afford. 

2  Then  dry  up  your  tears,  ye  children  of  grief, 
For  Jesus  appears  to  give  you  relief: 

If  you  are  returning  to  Jesus,  your  friend, 
Your  sighing  and  mourning  in  singing  shall 
end. 

3  "None  will  I  cast  out  who  come,"  saith  the 

Lord, 

Why,  then,  do  you  doubt  ?  lay  hold  of  his  word ; 
Ye  mourners  of  Zion,  be  bold  to  believe,* 
Forever  rely  on  your  Saviour,  and  live. 

PRAISE. 

195  c.  M. 

AMAZING  grace  !  (how  sweet  the  sound  !) 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTRKL. 


How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 

3  Through  many  dangers,  toils,  and  snares, 

I  have  already  come ; 
'Tis  grace  has  brought  me  safe  thus  far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

5  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease : 
I  shall  possess  within  the  veil 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow> 

The  sun  forbear  to  shine; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  forever  mine. 


AWAY,  far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Of  death's  dark  sea, 
There,  there  my  heart  is  turning  ever; 

There  would  I  ever  be. 
There  Zion,  city  of  the  faithful, 

Fair  to  behold : 
Her  streams  are  ever  clear  as  crystal, 
Her  streets  are  paved  with  gold. 

All  the  world  to  me  is  dreary, 

Here  have  I  no  rest; 
My  troubled  spirit  ever  weary, 

Till  I  am  ever  bless' d. 


196 


2  The  pearly  gates  are  ever  open, 
Both  night  and  day; 
13 


194 


REVIVAL  AND 


To  think  of  thee  my  heart  doth  soften, 

Why  then  do  I  delay? 
By  faith  I  see  the  ransomed  spirits 

Hard  by  the  throne : 
They  all  the  love  of  Christ  inherit 

Forever  safe  at  home. 

3  There  saints  and  angels  sing  hosanna, 

Happy  in  God; 
Praising  the  name  of  Christ  forever, 

In  that  high  abode, 
Soon  shall  I  join  the  happy  millions, 

Safe  forevermore ; 
Soon  shall  I  hear  the  music  thrilling, 

On  Zion's  happy  shore. 

197 

CREATOR,  Preserver,  Redeemer  of  men, 
Divine  Intercessor  above, 
Oh,  where  shall  the  song  of  thy  praises  begin, 
Or  how  shall  I  speak  of  thy  love  ? 
Heaven  is  telling, 
And  earth  is  revealing 
What  wonders  thy  mercy  can  prove. 

2  And  do  I  not  love  thee,  0  Saviour  divine, 

The  chief  of  ten  thousands  to  me? 
Yes,  infinite  beauty  and  glory  are  thine, 
Whose  effulgence  no  mortal  can  see; 

Angels  shall  bless  thee, 

And  men  shall  confess  thee, 
And  worlds  shall  acknowledge  thy  sway. 

3  Thine,  thine  is  the  kingdom,  the  wisdom,  and 

power, 

The  glory  and  honor  supreme ; 
Forever  and  ever  my  soul  would  adore 
The  unspeakable  worth  of  thy  name: 
Forever  and  ever, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  195 


0  glorious  Saviour, 
I'll  dwell  on  the  rapturous  theme. 

198 

FOE  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God  and 
my  King? 

For  what  blessings  the  tribute  of  gratitude 

bring  ? 

Shall  I  praise  thee  for  pleasure,  for  health,  or 

for  ease  ? 

For  the  spring  of  delight  and  the  sunshine  of 

peace  ? 

2  Shall  I  praise  thee  for  flowers  that  bloomed  on 

my  breast  ? 

For  joys  in  prospective,  and  pleasures  pos- 
sessed ? 

For  the  spirits  that  brightened  my  days  of  de- 
light? 

And  the  slumbers  that  sat  on  my  pillow  by 
night  ? 

3  For  this  should  I  praise  thee  :  but  only  for  this, 
I  should  leave  half  untold  the  donation  of  bliss  ; 
I  thank  thee  for  sickness,  for  sorrow,  for  care, 
For  the  thorns  I  have  gathered,  the  anguish  I 

bear: 

.  4  For  nights  of  anxiety,  watching,  and  tears, 
A  present  of  pain,  a  prospective  of  fears ; 
I  praise  thee,  I  bless  thee,  my  King  and  my 
God, 

For  the  good  and  the  evil  thy  hand  hath  be- 
stowed. 

5  The  flowers  were  sweet,  but  their  fragrance  is 
flown  ; 

They  yielded  no  fruit,  they  are  withered  and 
gone ! 


196 


REVIVAL  AND 


The  thorn  it  was  poignant,  but  precious  to  me 
'Twas  the  message  of  mercy — it  led  me  to  thee 

199  x  m. 

GKEAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

5  When  death  shall  interrupt  these  songs, 
And  seal  in  silence  mortal  tongues ; 
Our  helper,  God,  in  whom  we  trust, 

In  better  worlds  our  souls  shall  boast. 

200  4  6s&f$  8s. 

GIVE  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
The  universal  Lord ; 
The  sovereign  King  of  kings; 

And  be  his  grace  adored. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure, 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTKEL.  197 


He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 

And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 
His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

3  He  saw  the  nations  lie, 

All  perishing  in  sin, 
And  pitied  the  sad  state 

The  ruined  world  was  in. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord,  shall  still  endure, 
And  ever  sure  abides  thy  word. 

4  He  sent  his  holy  Son 

To  save  us  from  our  wo, 
From  Satan,  sin,  and  death, 

And  every  hurtful  foe. 
His  power  and  grace  are  still  the  same ; 
And  let  his  name  have  endless  praise. 

201  r-M. 

HOSANNA  to  Jesus!   I'm  filled  with  his 
praises  j 

Come,  0  my  dear  brethren,  and  help  me  to 
sing; 

No  theme  is  so  charming,  no  love  is  so  warming, 
It  gives  joy  and  gladness,  and  comfort  within. 

2  Hosanna  is  ringing  ;  I'm  happy  while  singing 

And  shouting  the  praises  of  Jesus'  name; 
The  angels  in  glory  repeat  the  glad  story 
Of  Jesus'  love,  which  is  made  known  to  men. 

3  Hosanna  to  Jesus,  who  died  to  redeem  us, 

I'll  serve  him  and  love  him  wherever  I  go ; 
He's  now  gone  to  heaven,  the  Spirit  he's  given 
To  quicken  and  comfort  his  children  below. 

4  Hosanna  forever !  his  grace,  like  a  river, 

Is  rising  and  spreading  all  over  the  land: 


198 


KEVIVAL  AND 


His  love  is  unbounded,  to  all  it's  extended, 
And  sinners  are  feeling  the  heavenly  flame. 

5  Hosanna  to  Jesus !  my  soul  how  it  pleases 

To  see  sinners  falling  and  crying  to  God; 
Then  shouting  and  praising,  they  cry,  "'Tis 

amazing, 

"We've  found  peace  and  pardon  in  Jesus' 
blood." 

6  Hosanna  is  ringing,  hark  how  they  are  singing 

"All  glory  to  Jesus,  we've  tasted  his  love." 
The  kingdom  of  heaven  to  mortals  is  given, 
And  rolls  through  my  soul  from  the  mansions 
above. 

7  Hosanna  to  Jesus!  my  soul  feels  him  precious; 

In  bright  beams  of  glory,  he  comes  from 
above. 

My  heart  is  now  glowing,  I  feel  his  love  flowing: 
I'm  sure  that  my  Jesus  I  really  do  love. 

8  Hosanna  is  ringing,  the  saints  now  are  singing, 

And  marching  to  glory  in  bright  royal  bands : 
Come  on,  my  dear  brethren,  let  us  press  towards 
heaven, 

For  Jesus  invites  us  with  crowns  in  his 
hands. 

9  Hosanna  to  Jesus  !  my  soul  sweetly  rises, 

I'll  soon  be  transported  to  a  happier  clime, 
Where  I  shall  see  Jesus,  and  dwell  in  his  pres- 
ence, 

And  with  him  in  glory  eternally  shine. 

202  p.m. 

HEAR  the  gospel  trumpet  sounding 
Louder  than  the  ocean's  roar! 
Hear  it  from  the  hills  resounding, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  199 


Break  in  music  on  the  shore ! 

Hear  it,  mourner ; 
Let  thy  sorrows  flow  no  more. 

2  Where  the  gothic  altars  solemn 

Fed  a  feeble,  flickering  flame, 
Wesley,  leaning  on  a  column, 
Galled  on  God,  his  Saviour's  name ; 

Then  from  heaven 
Fires  of  living  glory  came. 

3  Brighter  with  his  mission  glowing, 

Earth  grew  sweet  with  Sharon's  rose; 
Songs,  like  those  of  Eden  flowing, 
Broke  the  rubric's  dull  repose. 

Then  in  power, 
Banner,  star,  and  cross  arose. 

4  See  another  angel  flying 

O'er  the  broad  Atlantic  wave! 
Asb'ry  lifts  his  trumpet,  crying 
"Jesus  came  the  world  to  save." 

Happy  tidings ! 
Millions  in  the  fountains  lave. 

5  Now  a  thousand  trumpets  thunder 

Deep  along  the  vaulted  sky; 
Now  they  part  the  spheres  asunder, 
While  the  lightning  arrows  fly — 

Deep  conviction 
Fills  with  tears  the  sinner's  eye. 

6  O'er  the  silver  Lake  of  Simcoe, 

Hear  the  Indian  chorus  swell ! 
Softly  blending  with  night's  echo, 
All  these  strains  of  Jesus  tell ; 

Precious  music ! 
Like  the  gush  of  Elim's  well. 

7  Blessed  Jesus,  reign  forever ! 

Seated  high  on  victory's  car; 


200 


BEVIVAL  AND 


Bend  the  nations  to  thy  sceptre, 
Wave  thine  ensigns  from  afar. 

Hallelujah! 
Thou  art  Christ,  the  morning  star. 

203  p-  m. 

HAIL,  thou  everlasting  Saviour! 
Prince  and  God  of  earth  and  sky! 
In  thy  blood  we  all  find  favor, 
Through  thy  name  salvation's  free : 

E'en  the  vilest 
May  redemption  find  in  thee. 

2  Let  the  news  of  thy  salvation 

Eeach  the  bound'ries  of  the  world, 
And  in  every  land  and  nation 
May  thy  banner  be  unfurled — 

In  oblivion 
Superstition  shall  be  hurled.. 

3  While  thy  heralds  cross  the  ocean, 

Fearless  of  each  dangerous  wave; 
Fill  their  hearts  with  sweet  devotion, 
Save  them  from  a  watery  grave. 

Land  them  safely 
Where  the  briny  billows  lave. 

4  Be  their  fortress  and  their  tower ; 

Be  their  shield  and  hiding-place : 
And,  in  every  trying  hour, 

Aid  them  with  thy  mighty  grace; 

Be  their  Saviour 
In  each  moment  of  distress. 

5  While  they  preach  the  truths  of  heaven, 

On  each  superstitious  shore, 
May  the  poor  benighted  heathen 

Feel  thy  Spirit's  quickening  power — 

And  confess  thee, 
And  thy  holy  name  adore. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


6  May,  from  all  the  hills  and  mountains, 
From  the  valleys  and  the  plains, 
Loud  hosannas  (like  the  fountains) 
Soon  burst  forth  in  ceaseless  strains — 

Hallelujah ! 
Lo!  the  great  Messiah  reigns ! 

204 

HAKK  !  don't  you  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
*The  tokens  of  redeeming  love? 
From  hill  to  hill  we  hear  the  sound, 
The  neighboring  valleys  echo  round ! 
0  Zion  !  hear  the  Turtle  Dove, 
The  tokens  of  redeeming  love : 
They're  come  the  barren  land  to  cheer, 
And  welcome  in  the  jubil  year. 

2  The  winter's  past,  the  rain  is  o'er, 
We  feel  the  chilling  winds  no  more; 
Sweet  spring  is  come,  and  summer  too, 
All  things  appear  divinely  new; 

On  Zion's  mount  the  watchmen  cry, 
The  resurrection's  drawing  nigh; 
Behold,  the  nations  from  abroad 
Are  nocking  to  the  mount  of  God. 

3  The  trumpet  sounds  both  far  and  nigh, 
"0  sinners,  turn  !  why  will  you  die?" 
How  can  you  stand  the  gospel  charms  ? 
Enlist  with  Christ,  gird  on  your  arms : 
These  are  the  days  that  were  foretold 
In  ancient  times  by  prophets  old ; 
They  longed  to  see  this  glorious  light, 
But  all  have  died  without  the  sight 

4  The  latter  days  have  now  come  on, 
And  fugitives  are  nocking  home; 
Behold  them  crowd  the  gospel  road, 
All  pressing  for  the  mount  of  God. 


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Oh  yes,  and  I  will  join  the  band — 
Oh  here's  my  heart  and  here's  my  hand; 
With  Satan's  bands  no  more  I'll  be, 
But  fight  for  Christ  and  liberty. 

5  His  banner  soon  shall  be  unfurled, 
And  he  will  come  to  judge  the  world; 
On  Zion's  mountain  we  will  stand, 
Surrounded  by  fair  Canaan's  land. 
The  sun  and  moon  shall  darkened  be, 
The  flames  consume  the  land  and  sea; 
When  worlds  on  worlds  together  blaze, 
We'll  shout,  and  loud  hosannas  raise. 

205  x^M. 

IN  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice, 
With  thankful  heart  and  cheerful  voice, 
Thus  saith  his  word,  so  kind,  so  true, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

2  Sweet  words  !  oh,  let  us  bless  his  name, 
And  joyful  all  his  praise  proclaim ; 
These  words  shall  foes  and  fears  subdue, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

3  Are  you  in  darkness  and  distress  ? 
Does  Satan  roar  and  break  your  peace  ? 
Fear  not,  but  still  the  truth  review, 

"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

4  Do  sore  afflictions  on  you  lay, 
And  pungent  sorrow,  day  by  day  ? 

Look  to  this  word,  'twill  bear  you  through, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

5  If  death  in  gloomy  form  appear, 
And  overwhelm  your  souls  with  fear, 
Let  this  sweet  word  your  faith  renew, 
"  I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 


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6  Thus  while  you  sojourn  here  below, 
As  pilgrims  in  this  world  of  wo, 

Make  this  your  song,  your  journey  through, 
"I,  even  I,  will  comfort  you." 

7  And  when  each  happy  soul  attains 
That  blissful  state  where  glory  reigns, 
This  song  shall  all  his  powers  employ, 
"  God  is  my  comfort  and  my  joy." 

206  p.m. 

I LOVE  my  blessed  Saviour, 
I  feel  I'm  in  his  favor, 
And  I  am  his  forever, 

If  I  but  faithful  prove; 
And  now  I'm  bound  for  Canaan, 
I  feel  my  sins  forgiven, 
And  soon  shall  get  to  heaven, 
To  sing  of  his  love. 


2  Poor  sinners  may  deride  me, 
And  unbelievers  chide  me, 
But  nothing  shall  divide  me 

From  Jesus  my  friend : 
Supported  by  his  power, 
I  long  to  see  the  hour 
That  bids  my  spirit  tower, 

And  all  my  troubles  end. 

3  The  pleasing  time  is  hast'ning, 
My  tott'ring  frame  is  wasting, 
While  I'm  engaged  in  praising, 

Impelled  by  his  love. 
When  yonder  shining  orders, 
Who  sing  on  Canaan's  borders, 
Shall  bear  me  to  their  Lord,  there 

To  praise  him  above. 


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4  My  thirsty  soul  is  panting, 
My  body  almost  fainting, 

While  praise  and  pray'r  are  venting 

From  my  feeble  tongue. 
How  ardent  my  desire  ! 
Lord  Jesus,  raise  me  higher, 
To  join  the  holy  choir 

In  that  immortal  song. 

5  Farewell,  I'm  bound  for  glory, 
How  pleasing  is  the  story ! 
Those  shining  worlds  before  me 

Invite  me  to  be  gone. 
Had  I  angels'  pinions, 
I'd  range  the  bright  dominions, 
And  join  the  shining  millions, 

Who're  shouting  round  the  throne. 

6  The  pleasing  smile  of  Jesus 
The  rapturous  sound  increases, 
And  tunes  the  heavenly  voices 

Throughout  the  ethereal  plains. 
My  flesh  and  spirit  failing, 
My  soul  in  transports  hailing, 
Bright  seraphs  in  their  dwelling, 

I  sing  immortal  strains. 

207  p-m. 

I'M  not  surprised  that  saints  do  sing, 
Or  angels  shout  and  wonder, 
I  would  sing  glory  if  I  could, 
As  loud  as  mighty  thunder. 

2  My  night  of  sin  and  grief  is  gone, 

My  soul  is  filled  with  glory, 
Oh !  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  tell 
Love's  animating  story. 

3  Let  heav'n  and  earth  with  me  unite, 

And  sing  and  shout  hosanna; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 

The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sins, 
And  filled  my  soul  with  manna. 

4  Poor  sinners  often  laugh  and  scoff, 

Because  I  sing  hosanna; 
But  they  don't  know  what  this  doth  mean, 
My  soul  is  eating  manna. 

5  My  old  companions  think  I'm  lost 

Because  I  sing  hosanna, 
But  they  would  sing  as  loud  as  me, 
If  they  had  tasted  manna. 

6  The  cold  professors  do  detest 

Such  loud  noise  and  hosannas  ; 
And  so  did  we  before  we  sought, 
And  found  this  holy  manna. 

7  When  on  my  dying  bed  I  lay, 

My  soul  shall  sing  hosanna, 
With  happy  saints  that  shout  around, 
We'll  have  a  feast  of  manna. 

8  A  glorious  throng  have  gone  before, 

Who  sing  and  shout  hosanna, 
They  stand  around  the  tree  of  life, 
And  always  gather  manna. 

9  Come  on,  ye  follow'rs  of  the  Lamb, 

Love  God  and  sing  hosanna  ; 
We  soon  shall  join  that  holy  throng, 
And  always  live  on  manna. 

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LORD,  and  am  I  yet  alive, 
Not  in  torments,  not  in  hell ! 
Still  doth  thy  good  Spirit  strive ! — 
With  the  chief  of  sinners  dwell! 


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Tell  it  unto  sinners,  tell, 
I  am,  I  am  out  of  hdl  I 


2  Yes,  I  still  lift  up  my  eyes, 

Will  not  of  thy  love  despair  3 
Still  in  spite  of  sin  I  rise, 
Still  I  bow  to  thee  in  prayer. 

3  0  the  length  and  breadth  of  love ! 

Jesus,  Saviour,  can  it  be ! 
All  thy  mercy's  height  I  prove, 
All  the  depth  is  seen  in  me. 

4  See  a  stone  that  hangs  in  air ! 

See  a  spark  in  ocean  live ! 
Kept  alive  with  death  so  near, 
I  to  God  the  glory  give. 


LET  us  love,  and  sing,  and  wonder, 
Let  us  praise  the  Saviour's  name ; 
He  has  hushed  the  law's  loud  thunder, 

He  has  quenched  Mount  Sinai's  flame, 
He  has  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
He  has  brought  us  nigh  to  God. 

2  Let  us  love  the  Lord  who  bought  us, 

Pitied  us  when  enemies  j 
Called  us  by  his  grace,  and  taught  us, 

Gave  us  ears,  and  gave  us  eyes  : 
He  has  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
He  presents  our  souls  to  God. 

3  Let  us  sing,  though  fierce  temptation 

Threaten  hard  to  bear  us  down, 
For  the  Lord,  our  strong  salvation, 

Holds  in  view  the  conqueror's  crown : 
He  who  washed  us  with  his  blood, 
Soon  will  bring  us  home  to  God. 


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4  Let  us  wonder:  grace  and  justice 

Join,  and  point  to  mercy's  store; 
Christ  hath  died  (in  him  our  trust  is), 

Justice  smiles,  and  asks  no  more : 
He  who  washed  us  with  his  blood 
Hath  secured  our  way  to  God. 

5  Let  us  praise,  and  join  the  chorus 

Of  the  saints  enthroned  on  high; 
Here  they  trusted  him  before  us, 

Now  their  praises  rill  the  sky : 
"Thou  hast  washed  us  with  thy  blood; 
Thou  art  worthy,  Lamb  of  God." 

6  Hark !  the  name  of  Jesus  sounded 

Loud  from  golden  harps  above; 
Lord,  we  blush,  and  are  confounded, 

Faint  our  praises,  cold  our  love : 
Wash  our  souls  and  songs  with  blood, 
For  by  thee  we  come  to  God. 

210  p.m. 

LISTEN,  0  Sion !  Jehovah  hath  spoken, 
The  Lord,  thy  Eedeemer,  commands  thee 
arise  ; 

Far  o'er  the  earth  reigns  darkness  unbroken, 
Whilst  heaven's  bright  day-star  illumines 
thy  skies. 

Listen,  0  Sion  !  Jehovah  hath  spoken, 

The  Lord,  thy  Redeemer,  commands  thee  arise. 

2  Rise  to  their  rescue !  lo !  error  is  stealing, 

O'er  souls  thy  Redeemer  has  bought  for  his 
fold ! 

View  Calvary's  scenes !  are  they  not  appealing? 
The  light  thence  enkindled,  0  bid  them  be- 
hold. 


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3  Christian,  awaken !  thy  darkness  hath  vanished, 

Thy  sky  has  been  lit  by  its  radiant  glow; 
Joy  that  the  shades  that  enwrapt  thee  are  ban- 
ished, 

And  hasten  that  all  may  thy  blessedness 
know. 

4  Rouse  thee  to  action,  thy  Saviour  is  pleading, 

Look  upward,  the  strength  of  the  mighty  is 
thine; 

Omnipotent  faith  through  Christ  interceding 
"Will  soon  bid  the  world  in  God's  image  to 
shine. 

211  jpm. 

MY  heart  and  my  tongue  shall  unite  in  the 
praise 

Of  Jesus  my  Saviour  for  mercy  and  grace ; 
He  purchased  my  pardon  by  shedding  his  blood, 
And  bids  me  inherit  the  peace  of  my  God. 

2  My  lot  may  be  lowly,  my  parentage  mean, 
Yet  born  of  my  God  there  are  glories  unseen, 
Surpassing  all  joys  among  sinners  on  earth, 
Prepared  for  souls  of  a  heavenly  birth. 

3  Redeemed  from  a  thousand  allurements  to  sin, 
I  find  in  my  cottage  my  heaven  begin; 

And  soon  shall  I  lay  all  my  poverty  by, 
Then  mansions  of  glory  forever  enjoy. 

4  By  the  sweat  of  my  brow  now  I  labor  for  bread, 
Yet  guarded  by  him,  not  an  evil  I  dread ; 
And  while  Fm  possessed  of  all  riches  in  thee, 
My  poverty  comes  with  a  blessing  to  me. 

5  My  laboring  dress  I  shall  soon  lay  aside 

For  a  robe  bright  and  splendid,  a  dress  for  a 
bride — 


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A  bride  that  is  married  to  Jesus  the  Lamb 
Shall  be  clad  in  the  robes  which  are  ever  the 
same. 

6  If  my  fare  should  be  scant  while  I  travel  below, 
Yet  a  feast  that's  eternal  shall  Jesus  bestow; 
No  sorrow,  no  sighing  shall  ever  annoy 

The  heavenly  banquet  I  there  shall  enjoy. 

7  If  my  laboring  body  goes  weary  to  rest, 
Yet  saved  by  the  mercy  of  Jesus  I'm  blest : 
Fresh  strength  for  my  labor  on  earth  he  bestows, 
And  above  I  shall  bask  in  eternal  repose. 

212  7s  &  6s. 

NOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
In  every  land  unfurled; 
And  be  the  shout,  hosanna, 

Re-echoed  through  the  world; 
Till  every  isle  and  nation, 

Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 
Receive  the  great  salvation, 
And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What  though  the  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine — 
His  arm,  throughout  their  legions, 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine : 
Ride  on,  0  Lord,  victorious ! 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Thy  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

0  Jesus,  King  of  kings ! 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings: 
The  isles  for  thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  thy  praise, 
14 


210 


REVIVAL  AND 


The  hills  and  valleys,  greeting, 
The  song  responsive  raise. 

213  7s. 

NOW  begin  the  heavenly  theme, 
Sing  aloud  in  Jesus'  name ! 
Ye  who  his  salvation  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye  who  see  the  Father's  grace 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face, 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  guilty  fears ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
Canceled  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  to  death  and  sin, 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove, 
Stop,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome  all,  by  sin  opprest, 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest; 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing  but  redeeming  love. 

6  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  cheerful  string ; 
Mortals,  join  the  host  above, 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love. 

214  jp. 

0 JESUS,  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit, 
With  love  and  thanksgiving  I  fall  at  thy 
feet  ; 

The  sacrifice  offer,  my  soul,  flesh,  and  blood, 
To  thee,  my  Redeemer,  my  Lord,  and  my  God* 


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2  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  my  Lord  ! 
I  love  thee,  my  Saviour,  I  love  thee,  my  God ! 

I  love  thee,  I  love  thee,  and  that  thou  dost  know, 
But  how  much  I  love  thee  I  never  can  show : 

3  All  human  expressions  are  empty  and  vain; 
They  cannot  unriddle  the  heavenly  flame; 
I'm  sure  if  the  tongue  of  an  angel  I  had, 

I  could  not  the  myst'ry  completely  describe. 

4  I'm  happy,  I'm  happy,  oh  wondrous  account ! 
My  joys  are  immortal — I  stand  on  the  mount; 
I  gaze  on  my  treasure,  and  long  to  be  there, 
With  Jesus  my  Saviour,  the  kingdom  to  share. 

5  0  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  in  thee  I  am  blest! 

My  life  and  my  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  rest; 
Thy  grace  be  my  theme,  and  thy  name  be  my 
song, 

Thy  love  doth  inspire  my  heart  and  my  tongue. 

6  Oh,  who  is  like  Jesus !  he's  Salem's  bright  King ; 
He  smiles,  and  he  loves  me,  and  taught  me  to 

sing; 

I'll  praise  him,  I'll  praise  him,  and  bow  to  his 
will, 

While  rivers  of  pleasure  my  spirit  do  fill. 

215 

0 JESUS,  my  Saviour!  I  know  thou  art  mine; 
For  thee  all  the  pleasure  of  earth  I  resign; 
Of  objects  most  pleasing,  I  love  thee  the  best; 
Without  thee  I'm  wretched,  but  with  thee  I'm 
blest. 

2  Thou  art  my  rich  treasure,  my  joy  and  my  love, 
(None  richer  possessed  by  the  angels  above) ; 
For  thee  all  the  pleasures  of  sense  I  forego, 
And  wander  a  pilgrim  despised  below. 


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3  Thy  Spirit  first  taught  me  to  know  I  was  blind, 
And  taught  me  the  way  of  salvation  to  find; 
For  when  I  was  sinking  in  dreadful  despair, 
My  Jesus  relieved  me  and  bid  me  not  fear. 

4  In  vain  I  attempt  to  describe  what  I  feel : 
The  language  of  mortals  forever  must  fail; 
My  Jesus  is  precious,  my  soul's  in  a  flame; 
I'm  raised  into  raptures  while  praising  his  name. 

5  Though  weak  and  despised,  by  faith  I  now  stand, 
Preserved  and  defended  by  heav'n's  kind  hand; 
By  Jesus  supported,  I'll  praise  his  dear  name, 
Regardless  of  danger,  of  praise  or  of  blame. 

6  I  find  him  in  singing,  I  find  him  in  prayer; 
In  sweet  meditation  he  always  is  near: 

My  constant  companion,  oh,  may  we  not  parti 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  dwells  in  my  heart. 

7  If  ever  I  loved,  sure  I  love  thee,  my  Lord, 

I  love  thy  dear  people,  thy  ways,  and  thy  word; 
I  love  all  my  brethren,  I  love  sinners  too, 
Since  Jesus  has  died  to  redeem  them  from  wo. 

8  When  happy  in  Jesus,  I  regard  not  the  proud, 
Tho'  sinners  despise  me  for  shouting  so  loud; 
For  death  will  soon  call  me,  and  then  I  shall 


To  praise  my  dear  Jesus  in  mansions  on  high. 

9  Through  millions  of  ages  sweet  notes  I'll  employ 
In  praising  my  Jesus,  my  hope  and  my  joy  : 
The  glorified  spirits  and  angels  around 
Shall  all  be  delighted  to  join  the  glad  sound. 


fly. 


216 


On  that  bright  celestial  shore. 


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2  Yes  we'll  meet,  in  yonder  mansions, 

Where  our  wand'rings  all  shall  cease, 
There  we'll  meet  our  dear  companions 
And  be  crown'd  with  perfect  peace. 

3  Yes  we'l]  meet  where  bliss  immortal 

Sweeter  far  than  rest  can  be, 
And  before  the  throne  eternal 
All  our  earthly  triumphs  see. 

4  We  shall  meet  where  all  is  onward, 

Every  change  new  glories  bring, 
And  the  host  still  moving  forward, 
Glorify  our  heav'nly  King. 

5  We  shall  meet,  0 !  weary  brother, 

When  the  burden  we  lay  down ; 
We  shall  change  our  cross  of  anguish 
For  a  bright  unfading  crown. 

217  p.m. 

OHOW  charming,  0  how  charming, 
Is  the  radiant  band  of  music,  music,  music, 
music, 

0  how  charming  is  the  radiant  band 
Of  music  playing  through  the  air: 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 
Enraptured  spirits  play  their  parts, 
Angelic  armies  tune  their  harps, 

Shout,  shout !  the  great  Messiah  is  come  to 
reign. 

2  Gabriel  descending,  Gabriel  descending, 

Brings  the  joyful  news,  0  joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 
joyful, 

Brings  the  joyful  news  of  our  Redeemer's  birth, 
The  great  Messiah's  come  to  earth : 
Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 
Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 


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REVIVAL  AND 


The  Saviour's  born  in  Bethlehem, 
Good  will  to  men  I  now  proclaim, 

Shout,  shout !  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to 
reign. 

3  See  his  star  arising,  see  his  star  arising, 

In  the  eastern  sky,  now  rising,  rising,  rising, 
rising,  J 

See  his  star  arising  in  the  eastern  sky, 

The  day-spring  opening  from  on  high : 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

And  now  begins  the  gospel  day, 

The  types  and  shadows  flee  away, 

Shout,  shout!  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to 
reign. 

4  Shepherds  adore  him,  wise  men  have  found  him, 
Glory  be  to  God,  0  glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Wise  men  have  found  him  by  the  rising  star, 
And  come  to  worship  him  afar : 

Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 
And  spices  of  the  sweetest  scent, 
Their  golden  gifts  they  now  present, 

Shout,  shout!  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to 
reign. 

5  The  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  in  concert, 

To  praise  their  infant  King :  0  praise  him,  praise 

him,  praise  him,  praise  him, 
Jews  and  Gentiles  praise  their  infant  King, 
And  loud  hosannas  sweetly  sing : 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
With  Gabriel  and  the  shining  host, 

Shout,  shout!  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to 
reign. 


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6  I  am  happy,  I  am  happy, 

Glory  be  to  God,  0  glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
I  am  happy,  glory  be  to  God  j 
My  soul's  on  flame  for  the  realms  above : 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
I  find  my  Saviour  in  my  heart, 
I  feel  the  bliss  his  wounds  impart, 
Shout,  shout!  the  King  of  glory  is  come  to 
reign. 

7  Eeign,  reign,  sweet  Jesus,  reign  within  and 

round  us, 

By  the  Holy  Spirit,  holy,  holy,  holy,  holy, 
By  the  Holy  Spirit  keep  us  in  the  way, 
That  we  may  shout  as  we  sing  and  pray : 
With  all  the  saints  that  have  gone  home, 
With  all  the  saints  that  have  gone  home, 
Unite  to  sing  redeeming  love, 
With  all  the  saints  that  have  gone  home, 
To  sing,  to  sing  hallelujahs  around  the  throne. 

218  p.m. 

"D  EJOICE,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King, 
XV  Let  all  prepare  to  take  him  in ) 
Let  Jacob  rise,  and  Zion  sing, 
And  all  the  world  with  praises  ring, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

2  I  long  to  see  the  Christians  join 
In  union  sweet,  and  peace  divine, 

When  every  church  with  grace  shall  shine, 
And  grow  to  Christ  the  living  vine, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

3  Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 
Come,  will  you  go  to  heaven  with  me, 
That  glorious  land  of  rest  to  see, 

And  shout  with  me  eternally, 
And  give  to  Jesus  glory  ? 


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REVIVAL  AND 


4  My  soul  feels  happy  while  I  sing: 
I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing; 

I'll  shout  salvation  to  my  king, 
Till  I  to  heaven  my  trophies  bring, 
And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

5  A  few  more  days  of  pain  and  wo, 
A  few  more  suffering  scenes  below, 
And  then  to  Jesus  we  shall  go, 
Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow, 

And  there  we'll  give  him  glory. 

6  The  awful  trumpet  soon  will  sound, 
And  shake  the  vast  creation  round, 
And  call  the  nations  under  ground ; 
And  all  the  saints  shall  then  be  crowned, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

7  Ten  thousand  thunders  then  shall  roll, 
And  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole ; 
How  dreadful  to  the  guilty  soul ! 

But  nothing  shall  the  saints  control, 
They'll  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

8  Then  tears  shall  all  be  wiped  away; 
Then  Christians  ne'er  shall  go  astray; 
When  we  are  freed  from  cumbrous  clay, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  in  endless  day, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

9  There  all  the  saints  shall  join  in  one, 
And  sing  with  Moses  round  the  throne ; 
Their  troubles  are  forever  gone, 
They'll  shine  with  God's  eternal  Son, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

219  s.m. 

SERENE  I  laid  me  down, 
Beneath  his  guardian  care; 


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I  slept,  and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

2  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 

This  weak,  defenceless  frame; 
But  whence  these  favors,  Lord,  to  me, 
All  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

3  0,  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 
This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 
The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew, 

Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 

220  p.  m. 

REJOICE  evermore  with  angels  above, 
In  Jesus'  power,  in  Jesus'  love: 
"With  glad  exultation  your  triumph  proclaim, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Thou,  Lord,  our  relief  in  trouble  hast  been ; 
Hast  saved  us  from  grief,  hast  saved  us  from  sin ; 
The  power  of  thy  Spirit  hath  set  our  hearts  free, 
And  now  we  inherit  all  fullness  in  thee. 

3  All  fullness  of  peace,  all  fullness  of  joy, 
And  spiritual  bliss  that  never  shall  cloy  ,* 
To  us  it  is  given  in  Jesus  to  know, 

A  kingdom  of  heaven,  a  heaven  below. 

4  No  longer  we  join,  while  sinners  invite, 
Nor  envy  the  swine  their  brutish  delight; 
Their  joy  is  all  sadness,  their  mirth  is  all  vain, 
Their  laughter  is  madness,  their  pleasure  is 

pain. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


5  0  might  they  at  last  with  sorrow  return, 

The  pleasure  to  taste  for  which  they  were  born : 
Our  Jesus  receiving,  our  happiness  prove, 
The  joy  of  believing,  the  heaven  of  love. 

221 

TO  thee,  0  my  Saviour,  to  thee  will  I  cling, 
For  thou  art  my  Lord,  my  Redeemer,  and 
King: 

And  feeling  thy  blessing,  my  spirit  shall  know 
Thy  mercy  is  with  me  wherever  I  go. 

2  Farewell  to  the  anguish  of  doubt  and  despair, 
And  welcome  the  rapture  of  praise  and  of 

prayer : 

Since,  meekly  confiding,  in  faith  I  rejoice, 

To  hear  the  sweet  tones  of  thy  comforting  voice. 

3  Around  me  there  shineth  the  heavenly  ray 
VThich  scattereth  clouds  and  their  shadows 

away, 

And  melteth  my  soul  in  devotional  glow — 
For  mercy  is  with  me  wherever  I  go. 

4  Farewell  to  the  pleasures  which  time  can  afford, 
Since  thou  art  my  glory,  my  Saviour  and  Lord ; 
Isot  fear  I  the  darkness  of  death  and  the  tomb, 
Since  thou  art  my  Light  in  the  midst  of  the 

gloom. 

5  Before  me  there  gloweth,  around  and  above, 
The  pledges  of  favor,  the  tokens  of  love ; 
And  gratitude  teacheth  my  spirit  to  know, 
Thy  mercy  is  with  me  wherever  I  go. 

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THY  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song, 
The  joy  of  my  heart  and  the  boast  of  my 
tongue ; 


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Thy  free  grace  alone,  from  the  first  to  the  last, 
Hath  won  my  affections  and  bound  my  soul 
fast. 

2  Without  thy  sweet  mercy  I  could  not  live  here; 
Sin  soon  would  reduce  me  to  utter  despair; 
But  through  thy  free  goodness  my  spirits  revive, 
And  He  that  first  made  me  still  keeps  me  alive. 

3  Thy  mercy  is  more  than  a  match  for  my  heart, 
Which  wonders  to  feel  its  own  hardness  depart; 
Dissolved  by  thy  goodness,  I  fall  to  the  ground, 
And  weep  to  the  praise  of  the  mercy  I  found. 

4  The  door  of  thy  mercy  stands  open  all  day 

To  the  poor  and  the  needy,  who  knock  by  the 
way; 

ISTo  sinner  shall  ever  be  empty  sent  back, 
Who  comes  seeking  mercy  for  Jesus'  sake. 

5  Thy  mercy  in  Jesus  exempts  me  from  hell : 
Its  glories  I'll  sing,  and  its  wonders  I'll  tell. 
'Twas  Jesus  my  friend,  when  he  hung  on  the 

tree, 

Who  opened  the  channel  of  mercy  for  me. 

6  Great  Father  of  mercies  !  thy  goodness  I  own, 
And  the  covenant  love  of  thy  crucified  Son: 
All  praise  to  the  Spirit,  whose  whisper  divine 
Seals  mercy,  and  pardon,  and  righteousness 

mine. 

223  x.  m. 

jrpiS  grace  that  quickens  me  when  dead, 
-L  Grace  can  my ^soul  to  Jesus  lead; 
Grace  brings  me  pardon  for  my  sin — 
'Tis  grace  subdues  my  lusts  within. 

2  'Tis  grace  that  sweetens  every  cross, 
'Tis  grace  supports  in  every  loss ; 


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Lord,  in  thy  grace  my  soul  is  strong — 
Grace  is  my  nope,  and  Christ  my  song. 

3  'Tis  grace  defends  when  danger's  near; 
By  grace  alone  I  persevere ; 

'Tis  grace  constrains  my  soul  to  love — 
Free  grace  is  all  they  sing  above. 

4  Thus  'tis  alone  of  grace  I  boast, 
And  'tis  in  grace  alone  I  trust; 

For  all  that's  past,  grace  is  my  theme — 
For  what's  to  come  'tis  still  the  same. 

5  Through  endless  years,  of  grace  111  sing, 
Adore  and  bless  my  heavenly  King ; 

I'll  cast  my  crown  before  his  throne, 
And  shout  free  grace  to  him  alone. 

221  r-  m. 

THEE  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my  tower ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown ; 
Thee  will  I  love  with  all  my  power, 
In  all  thy  works,  and  thee  alone : 
Thee  will  I  love,  till  the  pure  fire 
Fill  my  whole  soul  with  chaste  desire. 

2  Ah  !  why  did  I  s^iate  thee  know, 

Thee,  lovelier  than  the  sons  of  men ! 
Ah !  why  did  I  no  sooner  go 

To  thee,  the  only  ease  in  pain ! 
Ashamed  I  sigh,  and  inly  mourn, 
That  I  so  late  to  thee  did  turn. 

3  In  darkness  willingly  I  strayed  : 

I  sought  thee,  yet  from  thee  I  roved : 
Far  wide  my  wandering  thoughts  were  spread ; 

Thy  creatures  more  than  thee  1  loved ; 
And  now,  if  more  at  length  I  see, 
'Tis  through  thy  light,  and  comes  from  thee. 


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4  I  thank  thee,  uncreated  sun, 

That  thy  bright  beams  on  me  have  shined; 
I  thank  thee  who  hast  overthrown 

My  foes,  and  healed  my  wounded  mind. 
I  thank  thee,  whose  enlivening  voice 
Bids  my  freed  heart  in  thee  rejoice. 

5  Uphold  me  in  the  doubtful  race, 

Nor  suffer  me  again  to  stray ; 
Strengthen  my  feet,  with  steady  pace 

Still  to  press  forward  in  thy  way; 
My  soul  and  flesh,  0  Lord  of  might, 
Fill,  satiate  with  thy  heavenly  light. 

6  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears  j 

Give  to  my  heart  chaste,  hallowed  fires; 
Give  to  my  soul,  with  filial  fears, 

The  love  that  all  heaven's  host  inspires  ; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 

7  Thee  will  I  love,  my  joy,  my  crown, 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  Lord,  my  God ; 
Thee  will  I  love,  beneath  thy  frown, 

Or  smile,  thy  sceptre,  or  thy  rod ; 
"What  though  my  flesh  and  heart  decay  ; 
Thee  shall  I  love  in  endless  day ! 

225  c.  m. 

THEOUGH  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 
In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  Of  his  deliverance  I  will  boast, 
Till  all  who  are  distressed 
From  my  example  comfort  take, 
And  charm  their  griefs  to  rest. 


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3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just: 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

4  0  make  but  trial  of  his  love — 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

5  Fear  him,  ye  saints ;  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear : 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight — 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

226  i.Jff. 

WHAT  love,  what  pleasure,  what  surprise 
Shall  fill  the  enraptured  heirs  of  heaven, 
The  day  the  Saviour  meets  their  eyes, 
The  day  the  promised  rest  is  given ! 

2  Their  love  is  kindled  here  below, 

The  Author  of  their  hope  they  love; 
A  purer,  brighter  flame  will  glow 
In  yonder  glorious  world  above. 

3  Of  pleasure  too  they  taste  below, 

But  pleasure  not  unmixed  with  pain; 
In  yonder  world  'twill  not  be  so, 
For  there  no  sorrow  will  remain. 

4  And  if  obscure  and  transient  views 

Of  heavenly  things  yield  such  surprise, 
What  wonder  must  the  sight  produce, 
When  God  appears  before  their  eyes ! 

5  0  joyful  sight !  0  glorious  day ! 

When  God  the  Saviour  shall  be  seen, 
When  earthly  things  shall  pass  away, 
And  heaven's  unchanging  state  begin ! 


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227 


P.  M. 


HAT  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul !  0 


vv      my  soul ! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul ! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this  that  caused  the 

Lord  of  bliss 
To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul,  to  my 
soul, 

To  send  this  precious  peace  to  my  soul. 

2  When  I  was  sinking  down,  0  my  soul !  0  my 

soul ! 

When  I  was  sinking  down,  0  my  soul ! 

When   I  was   sinking  down   beneath  God's 

righteous  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul,  for  my 

soul, 

Christ  laid  aside  his  crown  for  my  soul. 

3  Ye  winged  seraphs  fly,  bear  the  news,  bear  the 

news, 

Ye  winged  seraphs  fly,  bear  the  news, 
Ye  winged  seraphs  fly,  like  comets  through  the 
sky, 

Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news,  with  the  news, 
Fill  vast  eternity  with  the  news. 

4  Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  join  his  praise,  join 

his  praise, 

Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King,  join  his  praise, 
Ye  friends  of  Zion's  King  with  hearts  and 
voices  sing, 

And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise,  in 
his  praise, 

And  strike  each  tuneful  string  in  his  praise. 

5  To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing,  I  will  sing, 
To  God  and  to  the  Lamb  I  will  sing, 


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REVIVAL  AND 


To  God  and  to  the  Lamb,  who  is  the  great  I 
AM! 

While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing,  I 
will  sing ! 

While  millions  join  the  theme,  I  will  sing. 

6  And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  Fll  sing,  I'll 
sing, 

And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing, 
And  when  from  death  I'm  free,  I'll  sing  and 
joyful  be; 

And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on,  I'll  sing  on, 
And  through  eternity  I'll  sing  on. 


YE  heavens,  rejoice  in  Jesus'  grace, 
Let  earth  make  a  noise,  and  echo  his  praise : 
Our  all-loving  Saviour  hath  pacified  God, 
And  paid  for  his  favor  the  price  of  his  blood. 

2  Ye  mountains  and  vales,  in  praises  abound, 
Ye  hills  and  ye  dales,  continue  the  sound  ; 
Break  forth  into  singing,  ye  trees  of  the  wood, 
For  Jesus  is  bringing  lost  sinners  to  God. 

3  Atonement  he  made  for  every  one, 

The  debt  he  hath  paid,  the  work  he  hath  done; 
Shout,  all  the  creation,  below  and  above, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus'  love. 

4  His  mercy  has  brought  salvation  to  all, 

Who  take  it  unbought,  he  frees  them  from 
thrall, 

Throughout  the  believer  his  glory  displays, 
And  perfects  forever  the  vessels  of  grace. 


228 


JP.  M. 


229 


JP.  31. 


YE  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name, 


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The  name  all  victorious  of  Jesus  extol  ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  and  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save, 
And  still  he  is  nigh,  his  presence  we  have : 
The  great  congregation  his  triumphs  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son : 
Our  Jesus'  praises  the  angels  proclaim, 

Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right; 
All  glory,  and  power,  and  wisdom,  and  might, 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above; 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  and  infinite  love. 


CHRISTIAN  PILGRIMAGE  AND  WAKFABE, 


A FEW  more  days  on  earth  to  spend, 
And  all  my  toils  and  cares  shall  end, 
Then  I  shall  see  my  God  and  friend, 

And  praise  his  name  on  high. 
There's  no  more  sighs,  and  no  more  tears, 
There's  no  more  pains,  and  no  more  fears, 
But  God,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  appears, 
Unto  the  ravished  eye. 

2  Then  0  my  soul,  despond  no  more ! 
The  storm  of  life  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  I  shall  find  the  peaceful  shore 

Of  everlasting  rest. 
0  happy  day!  0  joyful  hour, 
When,  freed  from  earth,  my  soul  shall  tower 
Beyond  the  reach  of  Satan's  power, 

To  be  forever  bless'd. 


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JP.  M. 


15 


226 


REVIVAL  AND 


3  My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
I'd  joyfully  the  call  obey, 

Which  summons  thee,  my  soul,  away, 

To  seats  prepared  above. 
There  I  shall  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  dwell  in  his  beloved  embrace, 
And  taste  the  fullness  of  his  grace, 

And  sing  redeeming  love. 

4  Though  dire  afflictions  press  me  sore, 
And  death's  black  billows  roll  before, 
Yet  still  by  faith  I  see  the  shore, 

Beyond  the  rolling  flood  ; 
The  heavenly  Canaan  sweet  and  fair, 
Before  my  ravished  eyes  appear : 
It  makes  me  almost  think  I'm  there, 

In  yonder  bright  abode. 

5  To  earthly  cares  I'd  say  farewell, 
And  triumph  over  death  and  hell, 
And  go  where  saints  and  angels  dwell, 

To  praise  the  eternal  Three. 
I'll  join  with  them  who're  gone  before, 
Who  sing  and  shout,  their  sufferings  o'er, 
Where  pain  and  parting  are  no  more, 

To  all  eternity. 

6  Adieu,  ye  scenes  of  noise  and  show, 
And  all  this  region  here  below, 

Where  nought  but  disappointments  grow, 

A  better  world's  in  view. 
My  Saviour  calls  !  I  haste  away, 
I  would  not  here  forever  stay  : 
Hail !  ye  bright  realms  of  endless  day, 

Vain  world,  once  more,  adieu. 

231  r.x. 

OH !  that  I  had  some  humble  place, 
Where  I  might  hide  from  sorrow ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Where  I  might  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  there  be  freed  from  terror. 

Oh,  had  I  wings  like  Noah's  dove, 
Fd  leave  this  world  and  Satan, 

And  fly  away  to  realms  above, 
Where  Jesus  stands  inviting. 

2  My  heart  is  often  made  to  mourn, 

Because  I'm  faint  and  feeble; 
And  when  my  Saviour  seems  to  frown, 

My  soul  is  filled  with  trouble. 
But  when  he  doth  again  return, 

And  I  repent  my  folly ; 
'Tis  then  I  after  glory  run, 

And  still  my  Jesus  follow. 

3  I  have  my  bitter  and  my  sweet, 

While  through  this  world  I  travel ; 
Sometimes  I  shout,  and  often  weep, 

Which  makes  my  foes  to  marvel. 
But  let  them  think,  and  think  again, 

I  feel  I'm  bound  for  heaven ; 
I  know  I  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 

I  therefore  still  will  praise  him. 

4  I  want  to  live  a  Christian  here; 

I  want  to  die  while  shouting; 
I  want  to  feel  my  Saviour  near, 

When  soul  and  body's  parting ; 
I  want  to  see  bright  angels  stand, 

And  waiting  to  receive  me ; 
To  bear  my  soul  to  Canaan's  land, 

Where  Christ  is  gone  before  me. 

232  4  6s&2  8s. 

AWAKE  our  drowsy  souls ; 
Shake  off  each  slothful  bandj 
The  wonders  of  this  day, 
Our  noblest  songs  demand ; 


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Auspicious  morn  !  thy  blissful  rays 
Bright  seraphs  hail  in  songs  of  praise. 

2  At  thy  approaching  dawn, 

Reluctant  death  resigned 
The  glorious  Prince  of  life, 

In  dark  domains  confined ! 
The  angelic  host  around  him  bends ; 
And,  'midst  their  shouts,  the  God  ascends. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord  ! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings; 
While  earth,  in  humbler  strains, 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
"Worthy  art  thou  who  once  was  slain, 
Through  endless  years  to  live  and  reign." 

4  Gird  on,  great  God,  thy  sword, 

Ascend  thy  conquering  car; 
While  justice,  truth,  and  love 

Maintain  the  glorious  war. 
Victorious,  thou  thy  foes  shalt  tread, 
And  sin  and  hell  in  triumph  lead. 

233  p.m. 

ZION  !  the  marvellous  story  be  telling, 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  his 
birth ! 

The  brightest  archangel  in  glory  excelling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns  upon 
earth. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing, 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King. 
2  Tell  how  he  cometh,  from  nation  to  nation, 
The  heart-cheering  news  let  the  earth  echo 
round ; 

How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  salvation ! 
How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting  are 
crowned ! 


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3  Mortals  your  homage  be  gratefully  bringing, 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna  arise; 
Ye  angels!  the  full  hallelujah  be  singing, 
One  chorus  resound  through  the  earth  and 
the  skies. 

234  f.  ar- 

OZION,  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave, 
Whom  no  man  can  comfort,  whom  no  man 
save, 

Surrounded  with  troubles,  with  terror  dismayed, 
With  toiling  and  rowing  thy  strength  is  decayed, 
Loud  roaring,  the  billows  now  high  thee  o'er- 
whelm, 

But  skillful  the  pilot  that  sits  at  the  helm : 
His  wisdom  conducts  thee,  his  power  shall  de- 
fend, 

'Tis  he  all  victorious,  thy  warfare  shall  stand. 

2  0  fearful,  0  faithless,  in  mercy  he  cries, 
What  though  high  the  surges  t'  affright  thee 

arise ; 

Still,  still  I  am  with  thee,  my  promise  shall 
stand, 

Through  tossings  and  tempests  111  bring  thee 
to  land. 

Forget  thee  I  will  not,  i  care  for  thy  name, 
Engraved  on  my  heart,  it  shall  ever  remain  ; 
The  palms  of  my  hands,  when  I  look  on,  I  see 
The  wounds  I  received  when  I  suffered  for  thee. 

3  The  fearful,  the  faithless,  the  weak  are  my  care, 
The  helpless,  the  hopeless,  I  hear  their  sad 

prayer : 

Through  great  tribulation  my  people  I  bring. 
And  when  they  reach  heaven  the  louder  they'll 
sing. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


I  feel  at  my  heart  all  thy  sighs  and  thy  groans! 
For  thou  art  most  nigh  me,  my  flesh  and  my 
bones ; 

In  all  my  afflictions,  though  great  is  my  pain, 
They  all  are  most  needful,  not  one  is  in  vain. 

4  The  day  of  eternal  salvation  draws  near, 
When  Jesus  our  leader  will  dry  every  tear, 
Our  bodies  and  souls  shall  his  glory  partake, 
When  the  trumpet  shall  sound,  and  the  nations 
awake. 

Fight  on,  ye  old  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  dis- 
charged, 

The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasure  enlarged; 
With  singing  and  shouting,  though  Jordan  may 
roar, 

We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  stand  on  the  shore. 

235  ■>  cm 

A STRANGER  and  a  pilgrim  here,  happy, 
happy,  happy, 
I  seek  the  home  to  pilgrims  dear,  happy  in  the 
Lord. 

We'll  cross  the  river  of  Jordan,  happy,  happy, 
happy, 

We'll  cross  the  river  of  Jordan,  happy  in  the 
Lord. 

2  I  leave  a  world  of  sin  behind,  happy,  happy, 
nappy, 

A  purer  home  in  heaven  to  find,  happy  in 
the  Lord : 

Fair  lands  are  here,  and  houses  fair,  happy, 
happy,  happy, 
But  fairer  is  my  home  up  there,  happy  in  the 
Lord. 


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3  When  death  doth  come,  my  soul  shall  fly,  happy, 

happy,  happy, 
On  wings  of  angels  througn  the  sky,  happy  in 
the  Lord ; 

"What  though  I  weep  a  while  below,  happy, 

happy,  happy, 
In  heaven  my  tears  will  cease  to  flow,  happy 

in  the  Lord. 

4  In  that  fair  clime  of  endless  day,  happy,  happy, 

happy, 

The  Lord  shall  wipe  all  tears  away,  happy  in 
the  Lord  j 

To  living  founts,  through  verdant  meads,  happy, 

happy,  happy, 
The  Lamb  his  ransomed  followers  leads,  happy 

in  the  Lord. 

5  The  fruits  and  flowers  of  Paradise,  happy,  happy, 

happy, 

In  plenteous  showers  round  them  rise,  happy 

in  the  Lord  ; 
No  death  shall  visit  them  again,  happy,  happy, 

happy, 

No  sickness  there,  no  touch  of  pain,  happy  in 
the  Lord. 

6  Farewell !  vain  world,  I'm  going  home,  happy, 

happy,  happy, 
My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come,  happy 

in  the  Lord ; 
No  mourning  there,  no  funeral  gloom,  happy, 

happy,  happy, 
But  health  and  youth  forever  bloom,  happy  in 

the  Lord. 

236  p.  m. 

OWHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  dwell  with  him  above, 


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KEVIVAL  AND 


To  drink  the  flowing  fountains 

Of  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  sin, 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in  ? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier, 

My  captain's  gone  before, 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  tells  me  not  to  fear, 
And  if  I  hold  out  faithful, 

A  crown  of  life  he'll  give, 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  I'll  fly; 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow, 

I  bid  them  all  adieu ; 
And  you  my  friends  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  the  way, 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love, 
And  when  your  race  is  endued, 

You'll  reign  with  him  above. 

5  Oh,  do  not  be  discouraged, 

For  Jesus  is  your  friend; 
And  if  you  lack  for  knowledge, 

He'll  not  refuse  to  lend ; 
Neither  will  he  upbraid  you, 

Though  often  you  request, 


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He'll  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  take  you  home  to  rest. 

237  Jrjc 

BROTHER  soldier,  still  fight  on, 
Till  the  battle  thou  hast  won ; 
The  great  Captain  thou  didst  choose 
Never  did  a  battle  lose. 

We  his  soldiers  sure  shall  be 
Sappy  in  eternity. 

2  Advocates  for  sin  do  say 
We  can  never  win  the  day, 
Would  discourage  all  the  host ; 
Meanly  yield — the  battle's  lost. 

3  They  that  do  his  host  defy 
Shall  before  his  presence  fly; 
If  we  on  our  Captain  call, 
They  like  Jericho  shall  fall. 

4  Still  fight  on,  and  you  shall  see 
All  the  sons  of  Anak  flee, 
Fear  them  not,  tho'  they  be  tall, 
Our  great  Captain  conquers  all. 

More  than  conquerors  we  shall  be 
Happy  thro'  eternity, 

238 

OUT  on  an  ocean*  all  boundfess  we  ride, 
We're  homeward  bound ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  a  rough,  restless  tide, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Far  from  the  safe,  quiet  harbor  we've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode, 
Promise  of  which  on  us  each  he  bestowed, 
We're  homeward  bound. 


234 


EEVIVAL  AND 


2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Look  !  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Steady,  0  pilot !  stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 
Steady  !  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale, 
0  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud  creaking  sail, 

We're  homeward  bound. 

3  We'll  tell  the  world  as  we  journey  along, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng, 

We're  homeward  bound ; 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppressed, 
Join  in  our  number,  0  come  and  be  blest ; 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest, 

We're  homeward  bound. 

4  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide, 

We're  home  at  last; 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide, 

We're  home  at  last; 
Glory  to  God !  all  our  dangers  are  o'er; 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore, 
Glory  to  God  !  we  will  shout  evermore, 

We're  home  at  last. 

239  pm. 

BE  still,  my  heart !  those  anxious  cares 
To  thee  are  burdens,  thorns,  and  snares; 
They  cast  dishonor  on  thy  Jjord, 
*  And  contradict  Kis  gracious  word, 

2  Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 
Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a  Guide  ? 

3  Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall, 
And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


And  has  he  not  his  promise  past, 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last? 

4  He  who  has  helped  me  hitherto 

Will  help  me  all  my  journey  through, 
And  give  me  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  trophies  to  his  endless  praise. 

5  Though  rough  and  thorny  be  the  road, 
It  leads  thee  home,  apace,  to  God ; 
Then  count  thy  present  trials  small, 
For  heaven  will  make  amends  for  all. 

240 

PILGEIMS  on  the  burning  sand, 
Look  away,  yes,  look  away; 
Yonder  is  the  promised  land, 

Look,  look  away. 
Jesus  bids  his  followers  come, 
There  you'll  find  a  happy  home. 

i    Look  away,  look  away, 
Look  for  the  'promised  land, 

2  If  the  way  seems  dark  and  drear, 

Look  away,  yes,  look  away; 
Jesus  calls  thee,  never  fear, 

Look,  look  away. 
By  the  eye  of  faith  you'll  see 
Mansions  there  prepared  for  thee. 

3  Should  your  lot  be* hard  to  bear, 

Look  away,  yes,  look  away ; 
Jesus  will  your  burdens  share, 

Look,  look  away. 
With  each  trial  grace  is  given, 
Grace  which  points  thee  up  to  heav'n. 

4  When  the  tempest's  most  severe, 

Look  away,  yes,  look  away; 


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REVIVAL  AND 


Jesus  comes  thy  heart  to  cheer, 

Look,  look  away. 
Pearly  gates  you'll  soon  behold, 
Streets  all  paved  with  shining  gold. 

241 

SHALL  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  ne'er  shall  roll, 
Where  in  all  the  bright  forever 
Sorrow  ne'er  shall  press  the  soul  ? 

Shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet,  shall  we  meet, 
Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river, 
Where  the  surges  ne'er  shall  roll  ? 

2  Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o'er; 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  our  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore  ? 

3  Shall  we  meet  in  yonder  city, 

Where  the  towers  of  crystal  shine; 
Where  the  walls  are  all  of  jasper, 
Built  by  workmanship  divine? 

4  Where  the  music  of  the  ransomed 

Eolls  its  harmony  around ; 
And  creation  swells  the  chorus 
With  its  sweet  melodious  sound. 

b  Shall  we  meet  with  many  a  loved  one, 
That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices, 
And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

6  Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 
When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor, 
And  sit  down  upon  his  throne  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


242 

BREAST  the  wave,  Christian, 
When  it  is  strongest; 
Watch  for  day,  Christian, 
When  the  night's  longest. 

Onward  and  upward 
Still  be  thy  endeavor. 

The  rest  that  remaineth 
Shall  be  forever. 

2  Fight  the  fight.  Christian, 

Jesus  is  o'er  thee ; 
Run  the  race,  Christian, 
Heav'n  is  before  thee. 

3  Bear  the  cross,  Christian, 

Follow  thy  Master ; 
Bright  the  crown,  Christian, 
Haste  thee  on  faster. 

4  Lift  the  eye,  Christian, 

Just  as  it  closeth ; 
Raise  the  heart,  Christian, 
Ere  it  reposeth. 

243  p.m. 

THERE  is  a  land  of  pleasure, 
Where  streams  of  joy  forever  roll, 
"lis  there  I  have  my  treasure, 

And  there  I  long  to  rest  my  soul. 
Long  darkness  dwelt  around  me, 

With  scarcely  once  a  cheering  ray ; 
But  since  my  Saviour  found  me, 
A  lamp  has  shone  along  my  way. 

2  My  way  is  full  of  danger; 

But  'tis  the  path  that  leads  to  God : 


238 


REVIVAL  AND 


Then,  like  a  valiant  soldier, 

Fll  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road. 
Now  I  must  gird  my  sword  on, 

My  breast-plate,  helmet,  and  my  shield; 
And  fight  the  hosts  of  Satan, 

Until  I  reach  the  heavenly  field. 

3  I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 

Still  guided  by  my  Saviour's  hand; 
Oh  come  along,  dear  sinners, 

And  see  Immanuel's  happy  land : 
To  all  who  stay  behind  me, 

I  bid  a  long,  a  long  farewell  j 
Oh  come,  or  you'll  repent  it 

When  you  do  reach  the  gates  of  hell. 

4  The  vale  of  tears  surrounds  me, 

And  Jordan's  current  rolls  before; 
Oh  how  I  stand  and  tremble 

To  hear  the  dismal  waters  roar! 
Whose  hand  shall  then  support  me, 

And  keep  my  soul  from  sinking  there? 
From  sinking  down  to  darkness, 

And  to  the  regions  of  despair? 

5  The  stream  shall  not  affright  me, 

Although  'tis  deeper  than  the  grave; 
If  Jesus  will  be  with  me, 

I'll  calmly  ride  on  Jordan's  wave: 
His  word  has  calmed  the  ocean, 

His  lamp  has  cheered  the  gloomy  vale, 
Oh  may  this  friend  be  with  me 

While  through  the  gates  of  death  I  sail ! 

6  Then  come,  thou  king  of  terrors, 

And  with  thy  weapon  lay  me  low — 
I  soon  shall  reach  those  regions 

Where  everlasting  pleasures  flow. 
Then,  Christian,  I  must  leave  you, 

A  few  more  days  to  suffer  here ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  239 


Through  grace  I  soon  shall  meet  you, 
My  soul  exults,  I'm  almost  there. 

7  Soon  the  archangel's  trumpet 

Shall  shake  the  globe  from  pole  to  pole, 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature 

Shall  in  a  moment  cease  to  roll ; 
Then  I  shall  see  my  Saviour, 

With  shining  ranks  of  angels  come 
To  execute  his  vengeance, 

And  take  his  faithful  servants  home. 

244  i  m- 

COME,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow  happy  road. 

We're  all  united,  heart  and  hand, 
Joined  in  one  band  completely; 

We're  marching  through  ImmanueVs  land, 
Where  the  waters  flow  most  sweetly. 

2  Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  street, 
Though  hell  may  rage  and  vent  her  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

3  That  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear 
Sound  through  the  earth,  and  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

4  Behold  the  earth  in  burning  flames, 
The  trumpet  louder  still  proclaims: 

The  earth  must  hear  and  know  her  doom, 
The  day  of  separation's  come. 

5  Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
And  all  the  angels  bid  them  come* 


240 


REVIVAL  AND 


When  Christ  himself  these  words  proclaims, 
"  Here  are  my  saints,  I  know  their  names." 

6  "Ye  everlasting  gates,  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride ; 
Ye  harps  of  heaven,  sound  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood !" 

7  In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line 

In  glittering  robes  the  sun  outshine : 
See  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne.  * 

8  They  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
The  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
"While  rapture  sweeps  the  golden  lyre. 

9  They've  fought  the  fight,  their  race  is  run, 
Their  joys  are  now  in  heaven  begun; 
Their  tears  are  gone,  their  sorrows  flee, 
No  more  afflicted  now,  like  me. 

245  4  Uries  8s  &  7s. 

WHITHEE  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Passing  through  this  darksome  vale  ? 
Knowest  thou  not  'tis  full  of  danger, 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 

I'm  bound  for  the  kingdom. 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  t 
Hallelujah  !  praise  ye  the  Lord  ! 

2  Pilgrim,  thou  dost  justly  call  me, 

Wandering  o'er  this  waste  so  wide ; 
Yet  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me, 

While  I'm  blessed  with  such  a  guide. 

3  Such  a  guide  ! — No  guide  attends  thee, 

Hence  for  thee  my  fears  arise  ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTKEL.  241 


If  some  guardian  power  befriends  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

4  Yes,  unseen — but  still  believe  me, 

Such  a  guide  my  steps  attends; 
He'll  in  every  strait  relieve  me — 
He  from  every  harm  defends. 

5  Pilgrim  !  see  that  stream  before  thee, 

Darkly  winding  through  the  vale; 
Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 

6  No :  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 

To  its  brink  my  steps  I  bend ; 
There  to  plunge  will  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 

7  While  I  gazed — with  speed  surprising 

Down  the  stream  she  plunged  from  sight; 
Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising 

Like  an  angel,  clothed  with  light. 

246 

CHRISTIAN" !  walk  carefully — danger  is  near  ; 
Work  out  thy  journey  with  trembling  and 
fear  ; 

Snares  from  without,  and  temptations  within, 
Seek  to  entice  thee  again  into  sin. 

2  Christian  !  walk  humbly — exult  not  in  pride; 
All  that  thou  hast  is  by  Jesus  supplied; 

He  holdeth  thee  up,  he  directeth  thy  ways, 
To  him  be  the  glory — to  him  be  the  praise. 

3  Christian!  walk  cheerfully,  though  the  dark 

storm 

Fill  the  bright  sky  with  the  clouds  of  alarm  : 
Soon  will  the  clouds  and  the  tempest  be  past, 
And  thou  shalt  dwell  with  thy  Saviour  at  last. 
16 


242 


REVIVAL  AND 


4  Christian!  walk  steadfastly,  while  it  is  light; 
Swift  are  approaching  the  shades  of  the  night : 
All  that  thy  Master  hath  bidden  thee  do, 
Haste  to  perform,  for  the  moments  are  few. 

5  Christian !  walk  prayferfully — oft  wilt  thou  fall, 
If  thou  forget  on  thy  Saviour  to  call : 

Safe  shalt  thou  walk  through  each  trial  and 

care,  , 
If  thou  art  clad  in  the  armor  of  prayer. 

247  p.  m. 

THE   people  called  Christians  how  many 
things  they  tell, 
About  the  land  of  Canaan,  where  saints  and 

angels  dwell  j 
But  sin,  that  dreadful  ocean,  compasses  them 
around, 

While  its  tide  still  divides  them  from  Canaan's 
happy  ground. 

2  Thousands  have  been  impatient  to  find  their 

passage  through, 
And,  with  united  vigor,  have  tried  what  they 
could  do ; 

But  vessels  built  by  human  skill  have  never 

sailed  afar, 

Till  they're  found,  run  aground,  on  some  dread- 
ful sandy  bar. 

3  The  Gospel,  it  is  launched  into  the  deep  at  last; 
Behold  her  sail  suspended  around  her  towering 

mast; 

Around  her  decks,  in  order,  the  joyful  sailors 
stand, 

Crying,  0 !  here  we  go  to  Immanuel's  happy 
land ! 

4  To  those  who  are  spectators,  what  sorrow  must 

ensue, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


243 


To  have  their  old  companions  bid  them  a  long 
adieu ! 

The  pleasures  of  a  paradise  no  longer  them 
invite : 

They  may  rail  while  we  sail,  but  we'll  soon  be 
out  of  sight. 

5  We're  now  on  the  wide  ocean,  we  bid  them  all 

farewell, 

But  where  we  shall  cast  anchor  no  mortal 

tongue  can  tell: 
About  our  future  happiness  there  need  be  no 

debate, 

While  we  ride  on  the  tide,  with  our  Captain 
and  his  Mate. 

6  We're  passengers  united,  with  harmony  and 

love ! 

The  wind's  all  in  our  favor,  how  joyfully  we 

move ! 

Though  troubles  may  surround  us,  and  raging 

billows  roar, 
We  will  sweep  through  the  deep  till  we  land 

on  Canaan's  shore. 

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COME  all  ye  wandering  pilgrims  dear 
That's  bound  for  Canaan's  land; 
Take  courage  and  fight  valiantly, 
Stand  forth  with  sword  in  hand. 
Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 

The  Father's  only  Son ; 
Then  pilgrims  dear,  pray  do  not  fear, 
But  let  us  follow  on. 

2  We've  a  dark  and  howling  wilderness 
'Twixt  this  and  Canaan's  shore, 
A  land  of  droughts,  and  pits,  and  snares, 
Where  hideous  dangers  roar. 


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But  Jesus  will  attend  us, 

And  guard  us  in  the  way; 
If  enemies  examine  us, 

He'll  teach  us  what  to  say. 

3  "Good  morning,  brother  traveller, 

Pray  tell  me  what's  your  name 
And  where  is  it  you're  going  to, 

Also  from  whence  you  came?" 
"My  name  it  is  Bold  Pilgrim, 

To  Canaan  I  am  bound  ; 
I'm  from  the  howling  wilderness, 

From  that  enchanted  ground." 

4  "Pray  what  is  that  upon  your  head, 

That  shines  so  clear  and  bright? 
Likewise  the  covering  of  your  breast, 

That's  dazzling  to  my  sight? 
What  kind  of  shoes  are  those  you  wear, 

On  which  you  boldly  stand  ? 
Likewise  that  shining  instrument, 

You  bear  in  your  right  hand  ?" 

5  "'Tis  glorious  hope  upon  my  head, 

And  on  my  breast  a  shield ; 
With  this  bright  sword  I  mean  to  fight 

Until  I  win  the  field; 
My  feet  are  shod  with  gospel  peace, 

On  which  I  boldly  stand, 
And  I'm  resolved  to  fight  till  death, 

And  win  fair  Canaan's  land." 

6  "You'd  better  stay  with  me,  Pilgrim, 

And  give  your  journey  o'er; 
Your  Captain,  he  is  out  of  sight, 

His  face  you'll  see  no  more : 
My  name  it  is  Apollyon, 

This  land  belongs  to  me, 
And  for  your  arms  and  pilgrim  dress 

I'll  give  it  all  to  thee." 


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7  "Oh  no!"  says  the  bold  pilgrim;  "sir, 

Your  offer  I  disdain ; 
For  a  glittering  crown  of  glory  bright 

I  shortly  shall  obtain. 
If  I  but  hold  out  faithful 

To  my  dear  Lord's  command, 
I  jointly  shall  be  heir  with  him 

In  Canaan's  happy  land. 

8  "'Tis  true,  indeed,  I  am  not  freed 

From  enemies  as  yet  ; 
But  by  the  grace  of  God  I  stand, 

With  them  beneath  my  feet : 
Now  I  rejoice  with  a  loud  voice 

In  hope  of  victory: 
And  to  God's  grace  I'll  give  the  praise 

To  all  eternity." 

249 

TO  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies, 
With  glory  in  his  view, 
To  heaven  he  lifts  his  longing  eyes, 

And  bids  the  world  adieu; 
While  friends  are  weeping  all  around, 

And  loth  to  let  him  go, 
He  shouts  with  his  expiring  breath, 
And  leaves  them  all  below! 

2  0  Christians  !  are  you  ready  now 

To  cross  the  swelling  flood  ? 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  behold, 

And  see  your  smiling  God  : 
The  dazzling  charms  of  that  bright  world 

Attract  my  soul  above ; 
My  tongue  shall  shout  redeeming  grace, 

When  perfected  in  love. 

3  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  there ; 


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Although  we  tread  enchanted  ground, 

Be  bold,  and  never  fear : 
Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  valiant  souls, 

(Your  Captain  is  in  view) : 
And  when  I  gain  fair  Canaan's  land, 

I  hope  to  meet  with  you. 

4  Salvation  through  our  conquering  King, 

Now  let  the  echo  fly ; 
While  they  repeat  the  song  above, 

Through  armies  in  the  sky. 
0  Christians !  help  me  praise  the  Lamb, 

Who  died  for  you  and  me ! 
We'll  sing  his  praises  as  we  go, 

And  shout  eternally. 

5  Go  on,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

Until  we  meet  again, 
Perhaps  in  time,  or  as  we  rise 

Above  the  fiery  main, 
We'll  join  the  heavenly  armies  bright, 

In  presence  of  the  Lamb, 
And  tune  our  harps  and  sing  free  grace, 

In  love's  eternal  flame. 

250  r  m. 

CEASE,  fond  nature,  cease  this  clinging 
To  the  objects  dear  below; 
Hark  !  the  voice  of  angels  singing 
Bids  me  leave  this  vale  of  wo. 

2  Stream  of  death,  I'll  soon  be  o'er  thee — 

Soon  I'll  cross  thy  heaving  flood: 
Jesus  passed  this  sea  before  me, 

Lo !  the  waves  are  tinged  with  blood. 

3  Blood  divine !  its  power  assuaging 

Lulls  the  foaming  sea  to  sleep — 
Calms  its  surging,  soothes  its  raging, 
Holds  enchained  the  mighty  deep. 


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4  Safely  I  will  ride  its  billow, 

Safely  reach  the  other  shore ; 
Jesus'  breast  will  be  my  pillow, 
While  I  pass  its  dangers  o'er. 

5  Jesus  in  the  vessel  with  me : 

What  can  harm,  or  what  assail  ? 
Arms  of  love  around,  beneath  me — 
Screened  from  all  the  powers  of  hell. 

6  Hallelujah!  homeward  speeding; 

Friends  behind,  adieu,  adieu: 
Follow  ye  the  Spirit's  leading: 
Homeward  ye  are  tending  too. 

251  *.  m. 

CHILD  of  sorrow,  child  of  care, 
Wouldst  thou  learn  thy  griefs  to  bear, 
And  escape  from  every  snare, 

Trust  in  God  alone ! 
Human  strength  is  weak  and  vain, 
Let  not  sin  its  power  gain ; 
Humbly  ask,  and  help  obtain 
From  thy  Father's  throne. 

2  Knowest  thou  not  this  vale  of  tears, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distracting  fears  ? 
Painful  months  and  sorrowing  years  ? 

To  the  Saviour  fly ! 
He  that  drank  the  bitter  cup, 
Bids  thee  in  his  mercy  hope ; 
Let  thy  prayer  be  lifted  up 

To  the  throne  on  high. 

252  ios  &  lis. 

THOUGH  troubles  assail,  and  dangers  affright, 
Though  friends  should  all  fail,  and  foes  all 
unite, 

Yet  one  thing  secures  us,  whatever  betide, 
The  promise  assures  us,  The  Lord  will  provide. 


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EEVIVAL  AND 


2  The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are  fed ; 
From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread : 
His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne'er  be  denied, 
So  long  as  'tis  written,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

3  We  all  may,  like  ships,  by  tempests  be  tossed 
On  perilous  deeps,  but  need  not  be  lost; 
Though  Satan  enrages  the  wind  and  the  tide, 
Yet  Scripture  engages,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

4  His  call  we  obey,  like  Abrah'm  of  old : 

We  know  not  the  way,  but  faith  makes  us  bold ; 
For  though  we  are  strangers,  we  have  a  sure 
guide, 

And  trust  in  all  dangers,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

5  When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path, 
And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith, 
He  cannot  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has 

tried) 

The  heart-cheering  promise,  The  Lord  will 
provide. 

6  He  tells  us  we're  weak,  our  hope  is  in  vain, 
The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne'er  shall  obtain : 
But  when  such  suggestions,  our  graces  have 

tried, 

This  answers  all  questions,  The  Lord  will  pro- 
vide. 

7  No  strength  of  our  own,  nor  goodness  we  claim : 
Our  trust  is  all  thrown  on  J esus'  name : 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we  hide  : 
The  Lord  is  our  tower,  The  Lord  will  provide. 

8  When  life  sinks  apace,  and  death  is  in  view, 
The  word  of  his  grace  shall  comfort  us  through ; 
Not  fearing  or  doubting,  with  Christ  on  our 

side, 

We  hope  to  die  shouting,  The  Lord  will  provide. 


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253  *.  m. 

DARK  and  thorny  is  the  desert 
Through  which  pilgrims  make  their  way; 
Yet  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day; 
Fiends  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 

Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 
And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

2  0  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigor  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you, 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne, 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone. 

3  He  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bids  the  planets  roll ; 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole; 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command, 
They  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heav'nly  land. 

4  There  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest; 
Love  and  joy,  and  peace  forever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  your  breast: 
"Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory, 

Where  the  ransomed  dwell  on  high; 
They  on  golden  harps  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky. 

5  Millions  there  of  flaming  seraphs 

Fly  across  the  heav'nly  plain, 


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REVIVAL  AND 


There  they  sing  immortal  praises, 

Glory,  glory  is  their  strain. 
But  methinks  a  sweeter  concert 

Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 
And  the  song  is  heard  in  Zion, 

Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

6  0  their  crowns  !  how  bright  they  sparkle, 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore ; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures, 

Jesus  is  their  shepherd  there. 
Hail !  ye  happy,  happy  spirits, 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear, 
Grief  or  sorrow,  pain  or  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 

254 

THE  road  that  many  travel 
Is  not  the  road  for  me ; 
It  leads  to  death  and  sorrow, 

In  it  I  would  not  be. 
But  there's  a  road  that  leads  to  God, 
It's  marked  by  Christ's  most  precious  blood. 

The  passage  here  is  free, 

Oh,  that's  the  road  for  me,  &c. 

2  The  pearl  that  worldlings  covet 

Is  not  the  pearl  for  me; 
Its  beauty  fades  as  quickly 

As  sunshine  on  the  sea. 
But  there's  a  pearl  sought  by  the  wise, 
It's  called  the  pearl  of  greatest  price. 

Though  few  its  value  see, 

Oh,  that's  the  pearl  for  me,  &c, 

3  The  hope  that  sinners  cherish 

Is  not  the  hope  for  me ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Most  surely  will  they  perish, 
Unless  from  sin  made  free. 
But  there's  a  hope  that's  fixed  in  God, 
It  leads  the  soul  to  keep  his  word. 

And  sinful  pleasures  flee, 
Oh,  that's  the  hope  for  me,  &c. 

4  The  crown  that  decks  the  monarch 
Is  not  the  crown  for  me ; 
It  dazzles  but  a  moment, 

Its  brightness  soon  will  flee. 
But  there's  a  crown  prepared  above 
For  those  who  walk  in  humble  love. 

Forever  bright  'twill  be, 

Oh,  that's  the  crown  for  me,  &c. 

255 

FIRMLY,  brethren,  firmly  stand, 
All  united,  heart  and  hand, 
One  unbroken,  valiant  band, 
Dauntless,  brave,  and  true. 

Die  in  the  field  of  battle. 
Die  in  the  field  of  battle, 
Die  in  the  field  of  battle. 
Glory  in  your  view. 

2  Lift  your  standard,  lift  it  high, 
Raise  the  Christian  battle-cry, 
Christ,  your  glorious  leader,  nigh, 

Calls  aloud  to  you. 

3  Once  our  father  freemen  cried, 
"  Victory  or  death"  betide ; 
But  with  Jesus  on  our  side, 

Death  and  vict'ry  too. 

4  There  to  die,  the  battle  won, 
There  to  fall,  the  warfare  done, 


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Glory  brighter  than  the  sun, 
Then  our  promised  due. 

5  Glorious  thus  for  Christ  to  die, 
And  with  Christ  to  reign  on  high; 
There  with  victor  hosts  to  cry, 

Christ  hath  brought  us  through. 

6  Christ,  our  Captain's  name,  we  boast, 
Quells  the  dark  Satanic  host  ; 

Fall  we  then,  each  at  his  post — 
Fall  as  Christians  do. 

256  From  "  Golden  Chain." 

[By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.] 

rPHE  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 


JL       Sailing,  sailing, 
The  gospel  ship  is  sailing,  • 

Bound  for  Canaan's  happy  shore; 
All  who  would  ship  for  glory, 

Glory,  glory, 
All  who  would  ship  for  glory, 

Come  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 
Glory,  hallelujah! 
All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing, 
Glory,  hallelujah, 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  She  has  landed  many  thousands, 

Thousands,  thousands, 
She  has  landed  many  thousands, 
On  fair  Canaan's  happy  shore ; 
And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 

Sailing,  sailing, 
And  thousands  now  are  sailing, 

Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 

3  Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 

Breezes,  breezes, 
Sails  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 


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253 


Swiftly  glides  the  ship  along; 
Her  company  are  singing, 

Singing,  singing, 
Her  company  are  singing, 

Glory,  glory  is  their  song. 

4  Take  passage  now  for  glory, 
Glory,  glory, 
Take  passage  now  for  glory, 

Sailing  o'er  life's  troubled  sea; 
With  us  you  shall  be  happy, 

Happy,  happy, 
With  us  you  shall  be  happy, 
Happy  through  eternity. 

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HEEE  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam; 
Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest; 
Here  as  a  pilgrim  I  wander  alone, 
Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest, 
For  I  look  forward  to  that  glorious  day, 
When  sin  and  sorrow  shall  vanish  away, 
My  heart  doth  leap  while  I  hear  Jesus  say, 
There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

2  Here  fierce  temptations  beset  me  around; 

Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest : 
Here  I  am  grieved  while  my  foes  me  surround, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest: 
Let  them  revile  me  and  scoff  at  my  name, 
Laugh  at  my  weeping,  endeavor  to  shame, 
I  will  go  forward,  for  this  is  my  theme, 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

3  Here  are  afflictions  and  trials  severe, 

Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest ; 
Here  I  must  part  with  the  friends  I  hold  dear, 
Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest : 


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REVIVAL  AND 


Sweet  is  the  promise  I  read  in  his  word, 
Blessed  are  they  who  have  died  in  the  Lord; 
They  have  been  called  to  receive  their  reward, 
There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 

4  This  world  of  care  is  a  wilderness  state, 

Here  is  no  rest — is  no  rest  ; 
Here  I  must  bear  from  the  world  all  its  hate, 

Yet  I  am  blest — I  am  blest ; 
Soon  shall  I  be  from  the  wicked  released, 
Soon  shall  the  weary  forever  be  blest, 
Soon  shall  I  lean  upon  Jesus'  breast, 

There,  there  is  rest — there  is  rest. 


'HEN  for  eternal  worlds  I  steer, 


vv   And  seas  are  calm  and  skies  are  clear, 
And  faith  in  lively  exercise, 
And  distant  hills  of  Canaan  rise, 
My  soul  for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 


2  With  cheerful  heart  her  eyes  explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore, 
The  tree  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  pearly  gates,  the  crystal  stream, 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings, 


3  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
Each  moment  all  her  powers  expand ; 
With  steady  helm  and  free  bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil, 
With  holy  joy  she  folds  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings, 


258 


I'm  going  home. 


Fm  almost  home. 


I'm  safe  at  home. 


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259  From  "  Golden  Chain." 

[By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.] 

THE  soldiers  are  gathering  from  near  and 
from  far, 

The  trumpet  is  sounding  the  call  for  the  war, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
We'll  gird  on  our  armor  and  be  marching  along. 

Marching  along,  we  are  marching  along, 
Gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along, 
The  conflict  is  raging,  'twill  be  fearful  and  long, 
Then  gird  on  the  armor  and  be  marching  along. 

2  The  foe  is  before  us  in  battle  array, 

But  let  us  not  waver  nor  turn  from  the  way, 
The  Lord  is  our  strength,  be  this  ever  our  song, 
With  courage  and  faith  we  are  marching  along. 

3  We've  'listed  for  life,  and  will  camp  on  the  field, 
With  Christ  as  our  Captain  we  never  will  yield; 
The  "  sword  of  the  Spirit"  both  trusty  and  strong, 
We'll  hold  in  our  hands  as  we're  marching  along. 

4  Through  conflicts  and  trials  our  crowns  we  must 

win, 

For  here  we  contend  against  temptation  and  sin,* 
But  one  thing  assures  us,  we  cannot  go  wrong 
If  trusting  our  Saviour  while  marching  along. 


260  p.m. 

I'M  on  my  way  to  Canaan, 
I  bid  this  world  farewell: 
Come  on,  my  old  companions, 

In  spite  of  earth  or  hell. 
Lo !  Satan's  army  rages, 

And  all  his  hosts  combine ! 
Yet  Scripture  doth  engage  us, 
The  strength  of  grace  divine. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


2  I'll  blow  the  silver  trumpet, 

And  on  the  nations  call ,* 
For  Christ  hath  me  commissioned 

To  say  he  died  for  all. 
Come  try  his  grace,  and  prove  him, 

You  shall  the  gift  obtain ; 
He  will  not  send  you  empty, 

Nor  let  you  come  in  vain. 

3  And  if  you  want  a  witness, 

Here  are  some  just  at  hand, 
Who've  lately  felt  the  sweetness 

Now  flowing  from  that  land: 
It  comes  in  copious  showers, 

Our  bodies  can't  contain ; 
It  fills  our  ransomed  powers — 

And  now  we  drink  again  ! 

4  The  glories  of  that  kingdom 

My  soul  cannot  describe ; 
I  feel  it  is  within  me, 

I  feel  the  blood  applied. 
Oh,  come  unto  the  Saviour's  arms, 

And  you  shall  feel  his  love, 
'Tis  sweeter  than  all  other  charms, 

It  comes  from  heaven  above. 

5  The  glories  of  that  heavenly  place 

I've  ofttimes  felt  before. 
But  what  I've  felt  is  but  a  taste, 

Which  makes  me  long  for  more. 
Had  1  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  fly  and  be  at  rest; 
Then  would  I  soar  to  worlds  above, 

And  be  forever  blest. 

6  My  soul  looks  up,  and  sees  him  smile, 

And  then  the  blessing  send, 
And  I  am  thinking  all  the  while,  * 
When  will  this  journey  end? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


I  contemplate  it  can't  be  long 

Till  he  will  come  again, 
Then  I  shall  join  the  heav'nly  throng, 

And  in  his  kingdom  reign. 

7  Oh,  could  I  join  that  heavenly  throng, 

And  ne'er  return  again, 
I  would  not  think  the  season  long 

That  I  had  suffered  pain  ; 
When  Zion's  sons  are  marching  home 

Along  the  heavenly  street, 
Then  I  would  march  along  with  them, 

And  bow  before  his  feet. 

8  The  tallest  of  those  heav'nly  ones 

"Would  fail  for  to  describe 
The  brightness  which  the  Saviour  puts 

Upon  his  lovely  bride. 
Ten  thousand  years  around  may  roll, 

We  have  but  just  begun 
To  wear  our  robes  and  glitt'ring  crowns, 

Bright  shining  as  the  sun. 

261  p.  m. 

TO  heaven  I'm  bound  with  prosperous  gale 
My  bark  by  grace  doth  safely  steer, 
And  going  under  Gospel  sails, 

Celestial  prospects  bright  appear. 
To  sound  her  ground  my  faith  now  springs, 
And  to  her  Author  thus  she  sings, 
"  Thy  will  be  done." 

2  As  bearing  up  to  gain  the  port, 

A  blood-stained  cross  and  heav'n  in  view, 
A  Saviour's  wounds  my  harbor — fort — 

The  beacon — to  my  vessel  true ; 
Again  my  faith  her  soundings  trie3, 
And  to  my  soul's  sure  pilot  cries, 
"A  blessed  hope." 

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3  "Now  as  the  blissful  shore  draws  near, 

"With  transports  I  behold  the  place 
Where  dwells  my  friend,  my  Saviour  dear, 

And  long  with  joy  to  see  his  face. 
Once  more  my  faith  now  tries  her  ground, 
And  thus  re-echoes  back  the  sound, 
"  Christ  is  my  rock." 

4  "When  to  her  berth  my  bark  draws  nigh, 

And  I  have  done  with  sails  and  tide, 
"  Strong  is  my  cable/'  then  I'll  cry, 

My  Anchor's  sure — I  safely  ride ; 
"No  more  my  soul  need  try  her  ground, 
Safe  at  her  moorings  she  is  found, 
And  "  all  is  well." 

262  jp.je 

I 1ST  the  floods  of  tribulation, 
While  the  billows  o'er  me  roll, 
Jesus  whispers  consolation, 

And  supports  my  fainting  soul; 

Sweet  affliction, 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 

2  Thus  the  lion  yields  me  honey, 

From  the  eater  food  is  given ; 
Strengthened  thus  I  still  press  forward, 
Singing  as  I  wade  to  heaven, 

Sweet  affliction, 
And  my  sins  are  all  forgiven. 

3  So,  in  darkest  dispensations, 

Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear 
With  his  richest  consolations, 
To  re-animate  and  cheer : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 


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4  Floods  of  tribulation  heighten, 

Billows  still  around  me  roar; 
Those  who  know  not  Christ  they  frighten, 
But  my  soul  defies  their  power: 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

5  In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 

Thus  his  word  securely  stands; 
(t  Fear  not,  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 

Naught  shall  pluck  thee  from  my  hands." 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

6  All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 

In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy, 
Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 
Trials  never  more  annoy; 

Sweet  affliction. 
Every  promise  gives  me  joy. 

7  Wearing  there  a  weight  of  glory, 

Still  the  path  I'll  ne'er  forget, 
But  exulting  cry,  it  led  me 
To  my  blessed  Saviour's  feet : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Which  has  brought  me  to  his  feet. 

263  p.  m. 

WHY  should  I  be  affrighted  at  pestilence  or 
war, 

The  fiercer  be  the  tempest,  the  sooner  it  is  o'er; 
With  Jesus  in  the  vessel,  the  billows  rise  in 
vain, 

They  only  will  convey  me  to  yon  elysian  plain. 

2  This  is  a  land  of  dangers,  and  foes  they  press 
me  hard, 

But  Jesus  he  has  promised  that  he  will  be  my 
guard, 


260  REVIVAL  AND 

Then  I  shall  not  be  tempted  above  what  I  can 
bear, 

When  fighting's  done,  escorted  his  kingdom 
then  to  share. 

3  Although  my  flesh  is  mortal,  immortal  is  my 

hope ; 

I'll  try,  like  holy  Moses,  to  gain  the  mountain 
top. 

There,  at  Jehovah's  bidding,  with  cheerfulness 
to  die — 

And  then  ascend  to  heaven  to  reign  above  the 
sky. 

4  From  him  I  have  my  orders,  and  while  I  do 

obey, 

I  find  his  Holy  Spirit  illuminates  my  way, 
The  way  is  so  delightful  I  wish  to  travel  on, 
Till  I  am  called  away  to  receive  a  starry  crown. 

5  I  feel  that  Jesus  loves  me,  but  why,  I  do  not 

know, 

To  him  I'm  so  unfaithful  in  what  I  have  to  do, 
I  grieve  to  see  my  failings,  but  he  does  all 
forgive, 

Which  makes  me  love  him  more,  and  by  faith 
in  him  I  live. 

6  Though  sinners  do  despise  me,  and  laugh  at 

what  I  say, 

I  find  a  little  number  walk  with  me  in  the  way, 
Come  on,  come  on,  my  brethren,  they  laugh  at 
Jesus  too, 

The  crown  appears  before  me,  and  heaven  is  in 
my  view. 

7  We  soon  shall  gain  fair  Canaan,  and  on  that 

happy  shore, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  sorrow,  we'll  shout  for 
evermore  j 


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There  walk  the  golden  pavement,  and  blood- 
washed  garments  wear, 

And  to  increase  our  pleasure,  our  Jesus  will  be 
there. 

264 

I AM  weary  of  straying — 0  fain  would  I  rest 
In  the  far  distant  land  of  the  pure  and  the 
blest, 

Where  sin  can  no  longer  her  blandishments 
spread, 

And  tears  and  temptations  forever  are  fled. 

2  I  am  weary  of  hoping  where  hope  is  untrue; 
As  fair  but  as  fleeting  as  morning's  bright  dew, 
I  long  for  that  land  whose  blest  promise  alone 
Is  changeless  and  sure  as  eternity's  throne. 

3  I  am  weary  of  sighing  o'er  sorrows  of  earth, 
O'er  joy's  glowing  visions,  that  fade  at  their 

birth, 

O'er  the  pangs  of  the  loved,  which  we  cannot 
assuage, 

O'er  the  blightings  of  youth  and  the  weakness 
of  age. 

4  I  am  weary  of  loving  what  passes  away; 
The  sweetest,  the  dearest,  alas,  may  not  stay ! 

I  long  for  that  land  where  those  partings  are 
o'er, 

And  death  and  the  tomb  can  divide  hearts  no 
more. 

5  I  am  weary,  my  Saviour,  of  grieving  thy  love; 
Oh,  when  shall  I  rest  in  thy  presence  above ! 

I  am  weary — but  oh,  never  let  me  repine. 
While  thy  word,  and  thy  love,  and  thy  promise 
are  mine. 


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265  l.m. 

THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call, 
My  fears  are  great,  my  strength  is  small. 

2  0  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perform, 

And  guide  and  guard  me  through  the  storm; 
Defend  me  through  each  threat'ning  ill, 
Control  the  waves,  say,  "  Peace,  be  still." 

3  Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea, 

My  soul  still  hangs  her  hope  on  thee; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

4  Dangers  of  every  shape  and  name 
Attend  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
"Who  leave  the  world's  deceitful  shore, 
And  leave  it  to  return  no  more. 

5  Though  tempest  tossed  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek  ; 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again. 

266 

I AM  a  stranger  here,  heaven  is  my  home, 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear,  heaven  is  my  home; 
Dangers  and  sorrows  stand 
Round  me  on  every  hand; 
Heaven  is  my  Father's  land,  heaven  is  my 
home. 

Oh  !  Hallelujah,  glory,  Hallelujah, 
Oh  !  Hallelujah,  heaven  is  my  home. 

2  What  tho'  the  tempest  rage,  heaven  is  my  home, 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage,  heaven  is  my  home, 


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For  life's  wild,  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast, 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last,  heaven  is  my  home. 

3  There  at  my  Saviour's  side,  heaven  is  my  home, 
I  shall  be  glorified,  heaven  is  my  home; 

There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I  loved  most  and  best, 
And  there  I  soon  shall  rest,  heaven  is  my  home. 

4  Therefore  I  murmur  not,  heaven  is  my  home, 
Whatever  my  earthly  lot,  heaven  is  my  home, 

For  I  shall  surely  stand 
There  at  my  Lord's  right  hand, 
Heaven  is  my  Father's  land,  heaven  is  my 
home. 


WE  are  pilgrims  robed  and  ready, 
Zion's  pilgrims,  Zion  bound; 
Earth  affords  no  sure  abiding ; 
Eest  is  found  on  Canaan's  ground. 

Zion's  pilgrims,  robed  and  ready, 
Pilgrims  for  the  father  land  ; 

Soon  with  all  the  saved  forever 
By  the  throne  we'll  joyous  stand. 

2  We  are  pilgrims  robed  and  ready, 

All  arrayed  by  Christ  our  Lord ; 
Washed  in  God's  all  cleansing  fountain, 
We  are  kept  by  his  sure  word. 

3  We  are  pilgrims  robed  and  ready, 

Eeady  for  the  cross  or  crown, 
Beady  now  to  do  or  suffer, 

Eeady  for  the  saints'  dear  home. 


267 


4  We  are  pilgrims  robed  and  ready, 
Eobed  for  all  the  journey  through, 


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REVIVAL  AND 


Eobed  for  toiling  or  for  glory- 
That  awaits  the  pilgrim  true. 

5  We  are  pilgrims,  though  the  Master 

May  have  burdens  we  should  bear; 
Crowns  will  only  be  the  brighter; 
Higher  glory  we  shall  share. 

6  We  are  pilgrims  robed  and  ready, 

Duty's  call  our  great  delight, 
Cheering  saints  and  winning  sinners, 
Till  we  gain  the  mansions  bright. 

7  We  are  pilgrims  robed  and  ready; 

Through  the  valley  we'll  press  on, 
Till  the  Master  cries,  "'Tis  finished  ! 
All  thy  work  is  done,  well  done." 

268 

I'M  travelling  through  the  wilderness, 
I'm  oft  assailed  by  sore  temptation; 
In  the  world  I  find  no  peace, 

But  in  Christ,  sweet  consolation. 
When  first  for  heaven  I  set  out, 

I  thought  the  road  was  fair  and  even; 
Sweet  peace  I  had,  and  not  a  doubt 
But  that  my  sins  were  all  forgiven. 

2  I  did  not  think  that  I  so  soon 

Should  meet  with  trials  so  afflicting, 
That  I  should  be  so  soon  cast  down, 

By  flesh  and  spirit  so  conflicting; 
I  soon  found  out,  if  I  would  gain 

Eternal  life  and  joy  forever, 
If  I  would  with  my  Saviour  reign, 

I  must  lay  doWn  my  armor  never. 

3  I  asked  old  soldiers  in  the  way, 

If  they  had  been  so  troubled  ever ! 


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Oh  yes,  we  often  have,  said  they, 

But  Christ  as  often  did  deliver,* 
So  put  you  the  whole  armor  on, 

And  fight  against  the  sore  temptation, 
And  watch,  and  pray,  and  follow  Christ, 

The  corner-stone  of  your  foundation. 

1  I  then  resolved  I  would  go  up 

And  gain  the  land  beyond  the  river; 
J$o  more  on  this  side  Jordan  stop, 

But  trust  in  Jesus  to  deliver. 
I'm  sometimes  in  the  valley  low, 

I'm  sometimes  high  upon  the  mountain, 
I  often  travel  very  slow, 

Until  I  reach  some  cooling  fountain. 

269 

IN"  seasons  of  grief,  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 
When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelmed  with  sorrow 
and  care : 

From  the  ends  of  the  earth  unto  thee  will  I  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

2  When  Satan,  my  foe,  comes  in  like  a  flood, 

To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of  good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Saviour  who  kindly  did  die, 
Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

3  And  when  I  have  ended  my  pilgrimage  here, 
In  Jesus'  pure  righteousness  let  me  appear, 
In  the  swellings  of  Jordan  on  thee  I'll  rely, 
And  look  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

4  And  when  the  last  trumpet  shall  sound  through 

the  skies, 

When  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth  shall 
arise, 

With  millions  I'll  join,  far  above  yonder  sky, 
To  praise  the  dear  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


5  When  my  soul  is  distressed,  and  my  comforts 

are  flown, 

To  my  Saviour  111  go,  and  my  sorrows  make 
known ; 

In  secret  devotion,  to  him  will  I  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  Eock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

6  Though  my  friends  may  forsake  me,  and  foes 

all  unite 

To  hedge  up  my  pathway,  and  fears  to  excite, 
On  the  strength  of  Jehovah  I'll  firmly  rely, 
Still  screened  by  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

7  Should  sickness  o'ertake  me,  and  pain  be  severe, 
And  none  be  about  me  my  spirit  to  cheer ; 

I'll  hang  on  my  Saviour  until  I  shall  die, 
Sustained  by  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

8  And  when  I  have  finished  my  labor  and  care, 
Bright  angels  my  soul  on  their  pinions  shall 

bear, 

To  my  home  in  the  kingdom  of  glory  on  high, 
To  dwell  by  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

270  s.  m. 

WAKE,  Christian  soldiers,  wake; 
Prepare  for  glorious  strife  ; 
Your  heavenly  armor  quickly  take, 
Contend  for  endless  life. 

2  Rally  round  the  cross, 

Lift  up  your  faithful  eye, 
And  hail  the  symbol  of  your  cause — 
Your  banner  in  the  sky. 

3  By  this  invincible, 

Victoriously  withstand 
The  legions  from  the  gates  of  hell — 
Apollyon's  veteran  band. 


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4  Well  trained  to  war  are  they, 

And  fight  with  wild  despair : 
To  arms  !  to  arras  !  and  win  the  day, 
And  drive  them  to  their  lair. 

5  Your  captain  leads  the  van ; 

Hark  to  his  cheering  words ! 
Yours  is  the  cause  of  God  and  man : 
Salvation  is  the  Lord's. 

6  Be  firm,  be  bold,  be  true, 

Nor  ever  fly  the  field :  ■ 
Your  God  will  bring  you  conquerors  through : 
Your  enemies  must  yield. 

7  Your  armor  comes  from  heaven, 

To  heaven  it  clears  the  way ; 
And  brighter  crowns  shall  there  be  given, 
And  palms  of  victory. 

8  Courage,  ye  blood-washed  host ; 

Look  to  the  Lord  alone  ; 
And  soon  eternal  triumphs  boast, 
Through  God's  eternal  Son. 

271  i^M. 

I'VE  listed  in  the  holy  war, 
Sing  glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Content  to  suffer  soldiers'  fare; 

Sing  glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
The  banner  over  me  is  love, 

Sing  glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 
I  draw  my  rations  from  above, 

Sing  glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 

2  I've  fought  through  many  a  battle  sore, 
And  I  must  fight  through  many  more ; 
Til  take  my  breastplate,  sword,  and  shield, 
And  boldly  march  into  the  field. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


3  I've  listed,  and  I  mean  to  fight, 
Till  all  my  foes  are  put  to  flight : 
And  when  the  victory  I  have  won, 
I'll  give  the  praise  to  God  alone. 

4  Come,  Christian  heroes,  go  with  me ; 
Come,  face  the  foe,  and  never  flee; 
The  heavenly  battle  is  begun, 

Come,  take  the  field  and  wear  the  crown. 

5  With  'listing  orders  I  am  come — 

Come  rich,  come  poor,  come  old  and  young; 
Here's  bounty  money  Christ  has  given, 
And  glorious  crowns  laid  up  in  heaven. 

6  Our  General  he  is  gone  before, 
And  you  may  draw  on  grace's  store ; 
But  if  you  will  not  'list  and  fight, 
You'll  sink  into  eternal  night. 

272  p.m. 

WHEN  I  set  out  for  glory, 
I  left  the  world  behind, 
Determined  for  a  city, 

That's  out  of  sight,  to  find. 
And  to  glory  I  will  go — 
And  to  glory  I  will  go — I'll  go,  I'll  go, 
And  to  glory  I  will  go. 

2  I  left  my  worldly  honor — 

I  left  my  worldly  fame — 
I  left  my  young  companions, 
And  with  them  my  good  name. 

3  Some  said  I'd  better  tarry — 

They  thought  I  was  too  young 
For  to  prepare  for  dying, 
But  that  was  all  my  theme. 

4  Come,  all  my  loving  brethren, 

And  listen  to  my  cry ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


269 


All  you  that  are  backsliders 
Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go — 

And  to  begging  I  will  go — will  go,  will  go, 

And  to  begging  I  will  go. 

5  The  Lord  he  loves  the  beggar, 

Who  truly  begs  indeed ; 
He  always  will  relieve  him 
Whene'er  he  stands  in  need. 

6  I  do  not  beg  for  riches, 

Nor  to  be  dressed  fine : 
The  garment  Jesus  gives  me, 
The  sun  it  will  outshine. 

7  I'm  not  ashamed  to  beg 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay ;  # 
I'm  not  ashamed  to  watch — 
And  I'm  not  ashamed  to  pray. 

8  The  richest  man  I  ever  saw 

Was  one  that  begged  the  most; 
His  soul  was  filled  with  Jesus, 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

9  And  now  we  are  encouraged, 

Come  let  us  travel  on, 
Until  we  join  the  angels, 
And  sing  the  holy  song. 

273 

Tune— On,  on  the  boys  are  marching. 

HERE  we  meet  to  part, 
For  our  meetings  they  are  short, 
But  there  we  will  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
In  that  world  that's  free  from  sin, 
With  our  Saviour  we  shall  sing, 

When  we  meet  on  Canaan's  happy,  happy 
shore. 


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On,  on,  on,  ye  saints,  go  marching, 
Soon  your  Saviour's  face  you'll  see; 

And  you'll  wear  a  starry  crown, 

By  your  Father's  side  sit  down, 

In  the  land  where  the  pilgrims  are  set  free. 

2  Here  we're  tossed  about 
With  many  a  fear  and  doubt, 

But  there  a  fear  can  never  enter  in ; 
But  on  Canaan's  happy  shore 
We'll  rejoice  forevermore, 

As  we  march  around  the  New  Jerusalem. 

3  Then  let  us  courage  take 

For  our  dear  Redeemer's  sake, 

And  gird  the  glorious  gospel  armor  on; 

Let  us  not  give  up  the  field 

Un4il  every  foe  shall  yield, 
Then  we'll  sing,  "The  glorious  victory  is 
won." 

274  p-  m. 

IN  time  of  tribulation, 
Hear,  Lord,  my  feeble  cries ; 
With  humble  supplication, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies ; 
My  heart  with  grief  is  breaking, 
Scarce  can  my  voice  complain ; 
Mine  eyes  with  tears  kept  waking, 
Still  watch  and  weep  in  vain. 

2  The  days  of  old,  in  vision, 

Bring  vanished  bliss  to  view; 
The  years  of  lost  fruition 

Their  joys  in  pangs  renew: 
Eemembered  songs  of  gladness, 

Through  night's  lone  silence  brought; 
Strike  notes  of  deeper  sadness, 

And  stir  desponding  thought. 


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3  Hath  God  cast  off  forever  ? 

Can  time  his  truth  impair? 
His  tender  mercy  never 

Shall  I  presume  to  share? 
Hath  he  his  loving-kindness 

Shut  up  in  endless  wrath  ? 
No; — this  is  mine  own  blindness, 

That  cannot,  see  his  path. 

4  I  call  to  recollection 

The  years  of  his  right  hand; 
And,  strong  in  his  protection, 

Again  through  faith  I  stand; 
Thy  deeds,  0  Lord,  are  wonder; 

Holy  are  all  thy  ways ; 
The  secret  place  of  thunder 

Shall  utter  forth  thy  praise. 

5  Thee,  with  the  tribes  assembled, 

0  God,  the  billows  saw! 
They  saw  thee,  and  they  trembled, 

Turned,  and  stood  still,  with  awe; 
The  clouds  shot  hail — they  lightened; 

The  earth  reeled  to  and  fro; 
The  fiery  pillar  brightened 

The  gulf  of  gloom  below. 

6  Thy  way  is  in  great  waters, 

Thy  footsteps  are  not  known ; 
Let  Adam's  sons  and  daughters 

Confide  in  thee  alone : 
Through  the  wild  sea  thou  leddest 

Thy  chosen  flocks  of  yore ; 
Still  on  the  waves  thou  treadest, 

And  thy  redeemed  pass  o'er. 


YE  soldiers  of  the  cross,  in  the  army  of  the 
Lord  ; 

March  to  the  city  of  the  new  Jerusalem; 


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Jesus  is  your  Captain,  he's  given  you  the  word, 
To  press  with  vigor  on. 

Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah! 
Glory,  glory  hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  leads  us  on. 

2  Gird  on  the  gospel  armor,  the  battle  ne'er  give 

o'er;  * 
March  till  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven  do  ap- 
pear,- 

Eest  not  by  the  way  till  you've  gained  that 
blissful  shore, 
Where  your  great  Captain's  gone. 

3  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray,  ever  keep  your 

armor  bright ; 
March  on  in  duty  to  that  glorious  world  of 
light; 

There  in  crowns  of  splendor  and  beauteous 
robes  of  white, 
You'll  shout  the  victory. 

4  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won,  nor  lay  the  armor 

down ; 

Fight  on  in  faith  till  you  get  a  starry  crown; 
When  the  war  is  over,  and  the  battle  you  have 

won, 

Jesus  will  say,  Well  done ! 

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I AM  a  poor  wayfaring  stranger, 
A  journeying  through  this  world  of  wo, 
Through  sickness,  sorrow,  toil,  and  danger, 
To  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go. 
Iam  going  there  to  see  my  mother, 
I'm  going  there  no  more  to  roam, 
I'm  just  going  over  Jordan, 
I'm  just  going  over  home. 


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2  I  know  dark  clouds  may  gather  round  me ; 

I  know  my  path  is  rough  and  steep ; 
But  beauteous  fields  lie  just  before  me, 
Where  God's  redeemed  their  vigils  keep. 
I'm  going  there  to  see  my  father, 

I'm  going  there  no  more  to  roam, 
I'm  just  going  over  Jordan, 
I'm  just  going  over  home. 

3  1  want  to  sing  salvation's  story 

In  concert  with  the  blood-washed  band; 
I  want  to  wear  a  crown  of  glory 
When  I  get  home  to  that  good  land. 
I'm  going  there  to  see  my  children, 

I  know  they  are  near  my  Father's  throne; 
I'm  just  going  over  Jordan, 
I'm  just  going  over  home. 

4  I  feel  my  sins  are  all  forgiven ; 

My  thoughts  are  fixed  on  things  above; 
I'm  going  away  to  that  bright  heaven 
Where  all  is  joy,  and  peace,  and  love. 
I'm  going  there  to  see  my  classmates, 

They  have  gone  before  me  one  by  one, 
I'm  just  going  over  Jordan, 
I'm  just  going  over  home. 

5  I'll  soon  be  free  from  every  trial  ; 

My  body  will  sleep  in  the  old  church-yard; 
I'll  drop  the  cross  of  self-denial, 
And  enter  on  my  great  reward. 
I 'm  going  there  to  see  my  Saviour, 

I'm  going  there  no  more  to  roam ; 
I'm  just  going  over  Jordan, 
I'm  just  going  over  home. 

277  m. 

LUKEWAEM  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger, 
See  what  hosts  your  camp  surround — 
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REVIVAL  AND 


Arm  to  battle,  lag  no  longer, 

Hark  !  the  silver  trumpets  sound  ! 

"Wake,  ye  sleepers,  wake  !  what  mean  you  ? 
Sin  besets  you  round  about ; 

Up  and  search,  the  world's  within  you, 
Slay,  or  chase  the  traitor  out. 

2  "What  enchants  you,  sloth  or  pleasure  ?  * 

Pluck  right  eyes — with  right  hands  part ! 
Ask  your  conscience,  where's  your  treasure  ? 

For  be  certain,  there's  your  heart : 
Give  the  fawning  foe  no  credit, 

See  the  bloody  nag  unfurled ; 
That  base  heart,  the  truth  hath  said  it, 

Loves  not  God  that  loves  the  world. 

3  God  and  mammon!  Oh,  be  wiser! 

Serve  them  both  !  it  cannot  be ; 
Ease  and  warfare,  saint  and  miser, 

These  can  never  well  agree  : 
Shun  the  shame  of  basely  falling, 

Cumbered  captives,  clogged  with  clay, 
Prove  your  faith,  make  sure  your  calling, 

Wield  the  sword,  and  win  the  day. 

4  Onward  press  toward  perfection, 

Watch  and  pray,  and  all  things  prove; 
Seek  to  know  your  own  election, 

Set  your  hearts  on  things  above : 
Shun  backsliding,  scorn  dissembling, 

Lo  !  salvation's  near  in  view ! 
Work  it  out  with  fear  and  trembling; 

'Tis  your  God  that  works  in  you. 

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YE  soldiers  of  Jesus,  pray  stand  to  your  arms, 
Prepare  for  the  battle,  the  gospel  alarms, 
The  trumpets  are  sounding,  come  soldiers  and 
see 

The  standard  and  colors  of  sweet  liberty. 


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2  Though  Satan's  black  trumpet  is  sounding  so 

near, 

Take  courage,  brave  soldiers,  his  armies  we 
dare : 

In  the  strength  of  King  Jesus  we  dare  him  to 
fight, 

We'll  put  his  black  armies  of  aliens  to  flight. 

3  In  the  mount  of  salvation,  in  Christ's  armory, 
There's  swords,  shields,  and  breast-plates,  and 

helmets  for  thee ; 
Be  not  faint-heart,  though  he  roars  like  a  flood, 
He'll  not  stand  before  the  bright  armies  of  God. 

4  To  battle,  to  battle,  the  trumpets  doth  sound ; 
The  watchmen  are  crying  fair  Zion  around : 
The  signal  for  victory !  hark!  hark!  from  the 

sky; 

Shout,  shout,  ye  brave  armies,  the  watchmen 
all  cry. 

5  As  the  great  Goliath,  Apollyon  shall  fall; 
With  the  sword  of  the  Spirit  we'll  conquer  them 

all; 

We'll  leave  no  opposers  alive  in  the  field, 
By  the  strength  of  Jehovah  we'll  force  them  to 
yield. 

6  Through  Jesus,  our  wisdom,  we'll  baffle  his 

rage ; 

My  heart  beats  for  conquest,  come  soldiers  en- 
gage ; 

The  trumpets  are  sounding — the  armies  appear, 
We'll  not  leave  one  standing  from  front  to  the 
rear. 

7  King  Jesus  is  riding  the  white  horse  before, 
The  watchmen  close  after,  the  trumpet  doth 

roar; 


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Some  shouting,  some  singing,  salvation  they 

cry  ; 

In  the  strength  of  King  Jesus  all  hell  we  defy. 

8  Fair  Zion's  a  shouting  to  her  conquering  King, 
Salvation  to  Jesus,  the  armies  doth  sing : 
Apollyon  we've  conquered  and  sunk  in  the 

flood : 

Oh,  who  can  withstand  the  bright  armies  of 

God  ? 

9  Behold  all  the  armies  are  now  marching  home, 
God's  trumpet  is  sounding,  and  bids  them  to 

come ; 

All  Zion's  fair  armies  together  doth  meet, 
And  lay  down  their  armor  at  Jesus  feet. 

10  The  angelic  army  with  Zion  combines; 
In  robes  of  bright  glory  eternally  shines; 
All  shouting  and  singing  on  Canaan's  bright 
shore, 

"Where  wars  and  commotions  can  reach  them 
no  more. 

11  Cheer  up,  ye  dear  pilgrims,  the  time's  draw- 

ing nigh, 

"When  we  shall  meet  Jesus'  bright  host  in  the 

sky, 

Our  friends  and  relations  in  Jesus  so  dear, 
Both  preachers  and  people  shall  then  meet  us 
there. 

12  We'll  join  the  bright  harpers  in  anthems 

divine, 

"Whose  crowns  with  bright  diamonds  the  sun 

doth  outshine  ; 
To  the  praise  of  King  Jesus  we'll  tune  our 

harps  then : 
Salvation  and  glory  to  Jesus,  Amen. 


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279  i-m. 

LIFT  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends, 
Oh  halle,  halle,  hallelujah, 
And  taste  the  pleasure  Jesus  sends; 

Oh  halle,  halle,  hallelujah. 
Let  nothing  cause  you  to  delay, 

Oh  halle,  halle,  hallelujah, 
But  hasten  on  the  good  old  way, 

Oh  halle,  halle,  hallelujah. 

2  Our  conflicts  here,  though  great  they  be, 
Shall  not  prevent  our  victory, 

If  we  but  strive,  and  watch,  and  pray, 
Like  soldiers  in  the  good  old  way. 

3  Oh,  good  old  way !  how  sweet  thou  art! 
May  none  of  us  from  thee  depart,- 
But  may  our  actions  always  say 
"We're  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 

4  Though  Satan  may  his  powers  employ, 
Our  happiness  for  to  destroy; 

Yet  never  fear,  we'll  gain  the  day, 
And  shout  and  sing  the  good  old  way. 

5  The  good  old  way  is  safe  by  night ; 
!N"o  mortal  foe  our  souls  shall  fright, 
If  all  along  throughout  the  day 
"We're  walking  in  the  good  old  way. 

6  Ye  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
"Who  count  all  earthly  things  but  loss; 
Continue  still  to  watch  and  pray, 
And  hasten  on  the  good  old  way. 

7  The  pillar  and  the  cloud  before ! 

The  watchmen  cry,  the  trumpets  roar! 
Tall  sons  of  Anak  we  will  slay, 
And  shout  along  the  good  old  way. 


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8  The  promised  land  is  just  in  view,  * 
And  I'm  resolved  to  go  with  you : 
Press  on,  my  soul,  and  win  the  day 

By  running  in  the  good  old  way. 

9  Then  when  on  Pisgah's  top  we  stand, 
And  view  by  faith  that  happy  land ; 
Our  God  will  wipe  all  tears  away, 
When  we  have  run  the  good  old  way. 

10  Then  far  beyond  this  mortal  shore, 

We'll  meet  with  those  who're  gone  before, 
And  shout  to  think  we've  gained  the  day 
By  marching  in  the  good  old  way. 


LET  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue, 
It  has  no  charms  for  me; 
Once  I  admired  its  trifles  too, 
But  grace  has  set  me  free. 

2  Its  pleasures  now  no  longer  please, 

No  more  content  afford; 
Far  from  my  heart  be  joys  like  these, 
ISTow  I  have  known  the  Lord. 

3  As  by  the  light  of  opening  day 

The  stars  are  all  concealed, 
So  earthly  pleasures  fade  away, 
When  Jesus  is  revealed. 

4  Creatures  no  more  divide  my  choice, 

I  bid  them  all  depart; 
His  name,  and  love,  and  gracious  voice 
Have  fixed  my  roving  heart. 

5  !Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone, 

And  wholly  live  to  thee ; 
But  may  I  hope  that  thou  wilt  own 
A  worthless  worm  like  me ! 


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281  p.m. 

YE  children  of  Zion,  who're  aiming  for  glory, 
Enlisted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  hell, 
New  Canaan's  bright  borders  are  now  just  before 
you, 

Though  Jordan's  proud  billows  its  banks  over- 
swell. 

Ten  thousands  have  crossed  it,  and  are  now  in 
glory, 

A  shouting  and  telling  the  triumphant  story, 
And  Jesus  our  Saviour  will  bring  us  all  over, 
In  the  land  of  sweet  Canaan  forever  to  dwell. 

2  This  makes  my  heart  joyful,  it  fills  me  with 

pleasure, 

That  suff 'ring  and  toiling  will  one  day  be  o'er, 
At  the  feet  of  my  Saviour  I'll  there  count  my 
treasure, 

Where  sin,  pain,  and  sorrow  can  reach  me  no 
more. 

Be  bold  and  courageous,  and  fear  not  the  devil, 
Though  he  should  speak  of  you  all  manner  of 
evil, 

For  tho'  Satan  rages,  yet  Jesus  engages 

To  bring  us  all  shouting  to  Canaan's  bright 
shore. 

3  Like  ships  on  the  ocean  we're  tossed  by  com- 

motion, 

But  Christ  is  the  pilot,  and  he's  a  sure  guide; 
If  sick  and  afflicted,  kind  love  has  a  lotion 

Which  flows  in  abundance  from  Jesus'  side. 
Though  Satan's  wild  whirlwinds  like  deluges 
roaring, 

And  floods  of  temptation  as  hail  are  down 
pouring, 

Though  devils  should  haunt  you,  yet  let  them 
not  daunt  you, 
For  J esus  rules  over  the  wind  and  the  tide. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


4  I  feel  his  love  blazing,  my  spirits  are  rising, 

Had  I  angels'  pinions,  away  I  would  go, 
And  see  that  bright  city,  and  hear  angels 
praising, 

And  all  the  enjoyment  of  glory  to  know. 
To  our  great  Father,  that  shines  throughout 
heaven, 

All  glory  from  saints  and  from  angels  be  given; 
My  heart's  all  on  fire,  my  Jesus  draws  nigher, 
His  love,  like  an  ocean,  all  through  me  doth 
now. 

5  His  love  so  constrains  me,  this  earth  can't  con- 

tain me, 

My  soul  is  so  joyful,  I'm  filled  with  new  wine, 
'Tis  grace  that  supports  me,  and  glory  awaits 
me, 

While  beams  from  sweet  heaven  all  round 
me  do  shine. 
Bright  angels  attend  me  where'er  I  am  going, 
Sweet  Jesus  directs  me,  whatever  I'm  doing; 
A  subject  of  wonder,  on  which  angels  ponder, 

That  beggars  are  raised  to  a  life  so  divine. 

282  6s  &  8s. 

JESUS,  at  thy  command 
I  launch  into  the  deep, 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  : 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign, 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  What  though  the  seas  are  broad? 

What  though  the  waves  are  strong  ? 
What  though  tempestuous  winds 

Distress  me  all  along? 
Yet  what  are  seas  or  stormy  wind 
Compared  to  Christ,  the  sinner's  friend  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


3  Christ  is  my  pilot  wise, 

My  compass  is  his  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies, 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord : 
I  trust  his  faithfulness  and  power 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

4  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep 

Through  all  my  passage  lie, 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye ! 
How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop, 
That  bears  the  world  and  all  things  up  ? 

5  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 

Haven  of  endless  rest: 
My  soul,  thy  wings  expand, 

And  fly  to  Jesus'  breast. 
Oh,  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
"Where  winds  and  seas  distress  no  more ! 

6  Whene'er  becalmed  I  lie, 

And  all  my  storms  subside, 
Then  to  my  succor  fly, 

And  keep  me  near  thy  side ; 
For  more  the  treacherous  calm  I  dread 
Than  tempests  bursting  o'er  my  head. 

7  Come,  heavenly  wind,  and  blow 

A  prosperous  gale  of  grace, 
And  waft  me  from  below 

To  heaven,  my  destined  place ; 
Then  in  full  sail  my  port  I'll  find, 
And  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 

283  r 

YE  sons  of  war,  I  pray,  draw  near, 
And  'list  as  generous  volunteers, 
Become  our  royal  brothers  here, 
I  mean  as  valiant  soldiers ; 


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You'll  enter  into  present  pay, 
And  feasting  live  from  day  to  day, 
Turn  right  about  and  march  away, 
And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

2  Ye  careless  sons  of  Adam's  race, 
Who  long  have  trod  in  folly's  ways, 
Oh,  turn  about  to  Zion's  face, 

And  meet  Apollyon's  forces; 
Gird  on  your  sword  and  glitt'ring  shield. 
And  with  your  helmet  take  the  field, 
And  fight  your  way  and  never  yield, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

3  The  bounty  you  shall  have  in  hand, 
If  you  will  'list  in  Jesus'  band, 
Your  Captain  in  the  front  will  stand, 

And  beat  your  foes  before  you ; 
Come,  throw  your  carnal  weapons  down, 
And  seek  for  honor  and  renown, 
And  you  shall  wear  a  starry  crown, 

For  Jesus  will  support  you. 

4  You  long  have  been  the  slaves  of  sin, 
With  dire  corruption  deep  within  ; 
The  Christian  warfare  now  begin, 

And  face  Apollyon's  forces ; 
The  breast-plate  take  of  righteousness, 
Your  feet  be  shod  with  gospel  peace, 
Be  daily  at  the  throne  of  grace, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

5  Desert  the  cause  of  Heaven's  foe, 
Before  you  plunge  in  endless  wo ; 
Now  courage  take,  to  Jesus  go, 

And  he  will  now  receive  you; 
From  sin  and  Satan  you'll  get  free, 
And  happy  seasons  you  shall  see, 
And  gain  the  Christian's  liberty, 

For  Jesus  will  support  you. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


6  No  more  in  Satan's  ranks  appear, 
But  to  our  banner  pray  draw  near, 
"We'll  win  the  day,  you  need  not  fear, 

Though  earth  and  hell  oppose  us; 
Our  Captain  he  is  always  brave, 
And  able  still  his  men  to  save, 
He  conquered  death,  hell,  and  the  grave, 

And  he  will  still  support  you. 

7  Let  not  sinners  you  affright, 

Altho'  they  rage  and  vent  their  spite, 
Wear  but  the  Christian's  armor  right, 

And  none  can  stand  before  you ; 
Altho'  your  parents  should  oppose, 
Your  dearest  friends  become  your  foes, 
Yet  sweetly  with  the  gospel  close, 

And  Jesus  will  support  you. 

8  And  when  the  war  is  at  an  end, 
Our  Captain  still  will  be  our  friend, 
We'll  wing  our  way  and  up  ascend, 

To  reign  with  him  in  glory ; 
Then  shall  our  tears  be  wiped  away, 
Our  night  be  turned  to  endless  day, 
And  on  our  golden  harps  we'll  play 

The  joyful  song  of  heaven. 

284  p.m. 

MY  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call, 
Arise,  and  look  around  you, 
How  many  foes,  bound  to  oppose, 

Are  waiting  to  confound  you ; 
The  trumpet  calls  on  Zion's  walls — 

Shake  off  your  sleep  and  slumber; 
Arise  and  pray,  we'll  win  the  day, 
Though  we  are  few  in  number. 

2  To  God  we'll  cry,  and  hell  defy, 

Though  Satan  roars  like  thunder ; 


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The  voice  of  prayer  makes  sinners  stare, 
While  filled  with  awe  and  wonder ; 

While  music  sweet  makes  some  retreat, 
Our  Jesus  still  draws  nigher; 

His  precious  name  lights  up  the  flame 
That  sets  our  souls  on  fire. 

3  While  grace  divine  in  others  shines, 

With  such  we  are  delighted  ; 
With  them  we  crowd,  and  sing  so  loud, 

Poor  sinners  are  affrighted. 
The  sweetest  joys  our  powers  employ, 

To  see  the  cause  advancing, 
Though  some  go  off,  and  boldly  scoff, 

And  say  that  we  are  dancing. 

4  Some  mournfully  for  mercy  cry, 

And  stubborn  hearts  are  bended ! 
If  we  but  smile,  some  say  we're  wild, 

And  so  go  off  offended; 
If  souls  are  born,  we'll  bear  the  scorn, 

Let  sinners  tell  this  story; 
For  Jesus'  name  we'll  bear  the  blame, 

And  give  him  all  the  glory. 

5  But  as  we  fly,  we'll  always  cry 

To  God  for  their  salvation — 
0  God  of  love,  send  from  above, 

And  save  the  wicked  nation. 
Thy  Spirit  send,  their  hearts  to  bend, 

Arrest  them  by  thy  thunder ! 
Let  sweetest  songs  employ  our  tongues, 

While  filled  with  joy  and  wonder. 

6  The  outward  blaze  sometimes  decays, 

Some  Christians  seem  contented; 
The  world  is  sure  their  work  is  o'er, 

They'll  be  no  more  tormented. 
Some  are  afraid  the  Spirit's  fled, 

While  others  are  offended  : 


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But  never  fear,  let's  persevere, 
The  warfare  is  not  ended. 

7  To  men  unknown,  the  seed  is  grown, 

We've  overcome  temptation ; 
The  cross  we'll  bear,  and  not  despair, 

We'll  joy  in  tribulation. 
The  noisy  scene  comes  on  again  ! 

The  shouting  trump  is  sounded ! 
We  find  at  length  we're  gaining  strength, 

Our  foes  will  be  confounded. 

285  cm. 

WHAT  if  our  bark,  o'er  life's  rough  wave, 
By  adverse  winds  be  driven, 
And  howling  tempests  round  us  rave — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  affliction  be  our  lot, 

Our  hearts  with  anguish  riven, 
Still  let  it  never  be  forgot — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

3  Our  sweetest  joys  here  banish  all, 

And  fade  like  hues  at  even ; 
Our  brightest  hopes  like  meteors  fall — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

4  The  mourner  sad,  who,  drowned  in  grief, 

Hath  long  in  sorrow  striven, 
Shall  find  at  last  a  sweet  relief — 
Tears  wiped  away  in  heaven. 

5  Thou,  God,  our  joy  and  rest  shall  be, 

And  sorrow  far  be  driven ; 
And  sin  and  death  forever  flee — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

6  There  from  the  blooming  tree  of  life 

The  healing  fruit  is  given ; 


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There,  there  shall  cease  the  painful  strife — 
There  are  no  tears  in  heaven. 

286 

MY  brethren,  I  have  found 
A  land  which  doth  abound 
With  food  as  sweet  as  manna, 
The  more  I  eat  I  find, 
The  more  I  am  inclined 
To  shout  and  sing  Hosanna. 

My  soul  doth  long  to  go 
Where  it  shall  fully  know 

The  beauties  of  my  Saviour, 
And  as  we  march  along, 
We'll  sing  the  Christian  song, 

We  hope  to  live  forever. 

2  What  must  the  fountain  be 
From  which  grace  flows  so  free? 

It  yields  both  peace  and  pleasure ; 
There's  no  terrestrial  bliss 
Could  ever  equal  this, 

A  foretaste  of  my  Saviour. 

3  Perhaps  you  think  I  am  wild 
And  simple  as  a  child; 

I  am  a  child  of  glory, 
My  joy  is  from  above. 
My  heart  is  filled  with  love, 

I  long  to  tell  the  story. 

4  £Tow,  brethren,  can  you  say 
That  you  are  on  the  way, 

Are  on  your  way  to  glory  ? 
I  care  not  for  your  name, 
Eeligion  is  the  same, 

Come,  tell  the  pleasing  story. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


5  My  soul  doth  set  and  sing, 
And  practices  her  wings, 

And  contemplates  the  hour 
When  the  messenger  shall  say, 
Come,  quit  this  house  of  clay, 

And  with  bright  angels  tower. 

KEJOICING  IZEST  HOPE. 

287  x.iir. 

ASLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus!  0  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing, 

That  death  has  lost  his  venomed  sting 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest, 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  bless'd : 
No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  so  displays  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  0  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  ! 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high ! 

5  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  time  nor  space 
Debars  this  precious  "  hiding-place ;M 
On  Indian  plains,  on  Lapland  snows, 
Believers  find  the  same  repose. 

6  Asleep  in  Jesus!  far  from  thee, 

Thy  kindred  and  their  graves  may  be 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep, 
From  which  none  ever  wakes  to  weep. 


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288  p.  m. 

A HOME  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful  thought, 
As  the  poor  man  toils  in  his  weary  lot! 
His  heart  oppressed,  and  with  anguish  driven, 
From  his  home  below  to  his  home  in  heaven. 

2  A  home  in  heaven  !  as  the  sufferer  lies 
On  his  bed  of  pain,  and  uplifts  his  eyes 
To  that  bright  home;  what  a  joy  is  given 
With  the  blessed  thought  of  his   home  in 

heaven. 

3  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  our  pleasures  fade, 
And  our  wealth  and  fame  in  the  dust  are  laid; 
And  strength  decays,  and  our  health  is  riven, 
We  are  happy  still  with  our  home  in  heaven. 

4  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  the  faint  heart  bleeds, 
By  the  Spirit's  stroke,  for  its  evil  deeds  ; 

Oh  !  then  what  bliss  in  that  heart  forgiven, 
Does  the  hope  inspire  of  a  home  in  heaven ! 

5  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  our  friends  are  fled 
To  the  cheerless  gloom  of  the  mouldering  dead; 
We  wait  in  hope  on  the  promise  given; 

We  will  meet  up  there  in  our  home  in  heaven. 

6  A  home  in  heaven  !  when  the  wheel  is  broke, 
And  the  golden  bowl  by  the  terror-stroke; 
When  life's  bright  sun  sinks  in  death's  dark 

even, 

We  will  then  fly  up  to  our  home  in  heaven. 

7  Our  home  in  heaven  !  oh,  the  glorious  home, 
And  the  Spirit,  joined  with  the  bride,  says 

"  Come !" 

Come,  seek  his  face,  and  your  sins  forgiven, 
And  rejoice  in  hope  of  your  home  in  heaven. 


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QQQ  From  "  Golden  Censer."  t>  -wr 

&OV  [By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.]  * 

AH,  my  heart  is  void  and  chill, 
'Mid  earth's  noisy  thronging; 
For  my  Father's  mansions  still 
Earnestly  'tis  longing. 

Looking  home,  looking  home, 
Towards  the  heavenly  mansions 
Jesus  hath  prepared  for  me 
In  his  Father's  kingdom. 

2  Soon  the  glorious  day  will  dawn, 

Heavenly  pleasures  bringing; 
Night  will  be  exchanged  for  morn, 
Sighs  give  place  to  singing. 

3  Oh  to  be  at  home  again, 

All  for  which  we're  sighing, 
From  all  earthly  want  and  pain 
To  be  swiftly  flying. 

4  Blessed  home,  0  blessed  home, 

All  for  which  we're  sighing; 
Soon  our  Lord  will  bid  us  come 
To  our  Father's  kingdom. 

OQA  From  "  Golden  Censer."  y  -mm 

&U\J  [By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.]  Ujm  **' 

A BEAUTIFUL  land  by  faith  I  see, 
A  land  of  rest,  from  sorrow  free, 
The  home  of  the  ransomed,  bright,  and  fair, 
And  beautiful  angels,  too,  are  there. 
Will  you  go  f  will  you  go  ? 

Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me  ? 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Go  to  that  beautiful  land? 
2  That  beautiful  land,  the  city  of  light, 
It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 
19 


290 


REVIVAL  AND 


3  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold, 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold, 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea, 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 

4  The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light; 
And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour's  matchless  grace. 

291 

ARISE,  my  soul,  to  Pisgah's  height, 
And  view  the  promised  land, 
'  And  see  by  faith  the  glorious  sight, 
Our  heritage  at  hand. 

We'll  stem  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long, 

The  heavenly  port  is  nigh; 
We'll  stem  the  storm,  it  won't  be  long, 

We'll  anchor  by  and  by. 

2  There  endless  springs  of  pleasure  flow, 

At  my  Redeemer's  side, 
For  all  who  live  by  faith  below, 
And  in  their  Lord  confide. 

3  Fair  Salem's  dazzling  gates  are  seen, 

Just  o'er  the  narrow  flood, 
And  fields  adorned  in  living  green, 
The  residence  of  God. 

4  My  conflicts  here  will  soon  be  past, 

Where  wild  distraction  reigns  ; 
Through  toil  and  death  I'll  reach  at  last 
Fair  Canaan's  happy  plains. 

5  Oh,  could  I  cross  rough  Jordan's  wave, 

No  danger  would  I  fear ; 
My  bark  would  every  tempest  brave, 
For  Oh !  my  Captain's  near. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  291 


292  r-  v. 

AWAY  with  our  fears  !  the  glad  morning  ap- 
pears, 

When  an  heir  of  salvation  was  born ! 
From  Jehovah  I  came,  for  his  glory  I  am, 
And  to  him  I  with  singing  return. 

2  Thee,  Jesus,  alone,  the  fountain  I  own, 

Of  my  life  and  felicity  here  : 
And  cheerfully  sing  my  Redeemer  and  king, 
Till  his  sign  in  the  heavens  appear. 

3  I  sing  of  thy  grace,  from  my  earliest  days, 

Ever  near  to  allure  and  defend ; 
Hitherto  hast  thou  been  my  preserver  from  sin, 
And  I  trust  thou  wilt  save  to  the  end. 

4  0  the  infinite  cares,  and  temptations,  and 

snares, 

Thy  hand  hath  conducted  me  through ! 
Oh,  the  blessings  bestowed  by  a  bountiful  God, 
And  the  mercies  eternally  new  ! 

5  What  a  mercy  is  this  !  what  a  heaven  of  bliss ! 

How  unspeakably  happy  am  I ! 
Gathered  into  thy  fold,  with  thy  people  en- 
rolled, 

With  thy  people  to  live  and  to  die ! 

6  Oh  the  goodness  of  God,  in  employing  a  clod, 

His  tribute  of  glory  to  raise; 
His  standard  to  bear,  and  with  triumph  declare, 
His  unspeakable  riches  of  grace ! 

7  0  the  fathomless  love  that  has  deigned  to  ap- 

prove, 

And  prosper  the  work  of  my  hands ! 
With  my  pastoral  crook,  I  went  over  the  brook, 
And  behold  I  am  spread  into  bands. 


292 


REVIVAL  AND 


8  Who,  I  ask  in  amaze,  hath  begotten  me 

these  ? 

And  inquire  from  what  quarter  they  came; 
My  full  heart  it  replies,  They  are  born  from 
the  skies, 

And  gives  glory  to  God  and  the  Lamb. 

9  All  honor  and  praise  to  the  Father  of  grace, 

To  the  Spirit  and  Son,  I  return ! 
The  business  pursue  he  hath  made  me  to  do, 
And  rejoice,  that  I  ever  was  born. 

10  In  a  rapture  of  joy  my  life  I  employ, 

The  God  of  my  life  to  proclaim  ; 
'Tis  worth  living  for  this,  to  administer  bliss, 
And  salvation  in  Jesus'  name. 

11  My  remnant  of  days  I  spend  in  his  praise, 

Who  died  the  whole  world  to  redeem  : 
Be  they  many  or  few,  my  days  are  his  due, 
And  they  all  are  devoted  to  him. 

293  r.  3i. 

A HOPE  of  heaven,  a  precious  treasure, 
The  richest  boon  that  man  can  crave; 
For  it  affords  unfading  pleasure, 

A  hope  of  heaven  beyond  the  grave  : 
This  hope  has  been  my  stay  and  comfort 

Through  many  a  dark  and  gloomy  hour; 
Of  it  the  world  can  never  rob  me, 
Long  as  I  trust  Almighty  power. 

2  When  sorrow,  death,  and  wo  surround  me, 

And  all  about  me's  filled  with  gloom, 
My  mind  is  peaceful,  calm,  and  even — 

I  have  a  hope  beyond  the  tomb : 
Strong  ties  by  death  long  since  were  riven, 

And  those  I  loved  I  see  no  more, 
Nor  will,  until  we  meet  in  heaven — 

There  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTBEL.  293 

3  When  friends  are  few,  and  the  world  alluring, 

And  through  temptation  I'm  cast  down, 
My  way  is  dark,  and  nothing  cheering, 

A  hope  of  heaven  still  cheers  me  on. 
Though  prospects  fade,  and  friends  should  fail 
me, 

And  all  seems  cheerless  on  the  road, 
And  though  the  powers  of  hell  assail  me, 
I'll  hope  for  heaven,  and  trust  in  God. 

4  And  when  I  pass  through  death's  dark  valley, 

A  light  shall  shine  around  my  way — 
His  rod  and  staff  shall  then  support  me, 

He'll  bring  me  through  to  endless  day. 
Until  that  hour  still  let  me  cherish 

A  hope  of  heaven  and  all  its  joy, 
Well  grounded  on  my  Saviour's  merits, 

Whose  praises  shall  my  tongue  employ. 

294 

FAR  beyond  this  world  of  sorrow, 
Where  the  ransomed  millions  rest, 
There's  a  glorious  endless  morrow 
In  the  mansions  of  the  bless'd. 
Shall  we  know  them  there, 

In  that  land  far  away  ? 
They  the  same  smile  wear 

In  that  land  far  away? 
Shall  we  meet  and  know  each  other 
In  that  happy  land  far  away  f 

2  There  'neath  bowers  of  endless  glory, 

Every  heart  with  peace  possessed, 
Sweetly  chant  redemption's  story 

In  the  mansions  of  the  bless'd. 
Shall  we  know  their  voice 

In  that  land  far  away? 
And  with  them  rejoice 

In  that  land  far  away? 


294 


KEVIVAL  AND 


Shall  we  meet  and  know  each  other 
In  that  happy  land  far  away  ? 

3  There  are  those  I've  loved  and  cherished, 

Leaning  on  the  Saviour's  breast ; 
They're  at  home,  not  dead  nor  perished, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  bless'd. 
"We  shall  know  them  still 

In  that  land  far  away, 
Where  no  partings  chill 

In  that  land  far  away. 
We  shall  meet  and  know  each  other 

In  that  happy  land  far  away. 

4  There  the  day  knows  no  declining, 

Neither  shade  nor  twilight  rest, 
But  an  endless  brightness  shining, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  bless'd. 
That's  our  Father's  home 

In  that  land  far  way ; 
'Neath  his  smile  we'll  roam 

In  that  land  far  away. 
We  shall  meet  and  live  forever 

In  that  happy  land  far  away. 

295  p.  ^- 

BUEST,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring, 
To  my  enraptured  vision, 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Around  the  bright  elysian. 
Lo !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes, 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies ; 
Sons  of  righteousness,  arise, 
Ope  the  gates  of  paradise. 

2  Floods  of  everlasting  light, 
Freely  flash  before  him  ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 
Instantly  adore  him ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Angelic  trumps  resound  his  fame; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

•  From  their  princely  station ; 
Shout  the  glorious  victories, 
Sing  the  great  salvation  ; 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne, 
Cry  in  reverential  tone, 
Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One! 

4  Hark!  the  thrilling  symphonies, 

Seem  methinks  to  seize  us ; 
Join  we  too  the  holy  lays — 

Jesus — Jesus — Jesus ! — 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — ■ 
Jesus — Jesus — flows  along. 

296  p.  m. 

BRETHREN,  see  my  Jesus  coming, 
Don't  you  see  him  in  yonder  cloud, 
"With  ten  thousand  angels  round  him? 

See  how  they  do  my  Jesus  crowd. 
I'll  arise  and  go  and  meet  him ; 

He'll  embrace  me  in  his  arms; 
In  the  arms  of  my  dear  Jesus, 
0  there  are  ten  thousand  charms. 

2  Death  shall  not  destroy  my  comfort, 

Christ  shall  guide  me  through  the  gloom 

Down  he'll  send  some  heavenly  convoy, 
To  escort  my  spirit  home  : 

Jordan's  streams  shall  ne'er  o'erflow  me, 
While  my  Saviour's  by  my  side : 


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Canaan,  Canaan  lies  before  me, 
Kise  and  cross  the  swelling  tide. 

3  See  the  happy  spirits  waiting, 

On  the  bank  beyond  the  stream, 
Sweet  responses  still  repeating, 

Jesus,  Jesus  is  their  theme : 
See,  they  whisper !  hark !  they  call  me, 

Sister  spirit  come  away  ! 
Lo,  I  come  !  earth  can't  contain  me: 

Hail !  ye  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Worlds  of  light  and  crowns  of  glory, 

Far  above  yon  azure  sky, 
Though  by  faith  I  now  explore  ye, 

I'll  enjoy  you  soon  on  high : 
Soon  I'll  gain  a  full  possession, 

Faith  and  hope  shall  henceforth  cease, 
Lost  in  love's  exhaustless  ocean, 

Love,  that  sweetest,  brightest  grace. 

5  Swiftly  roll  ye  lingering  hours, 

Seraphs  lend  your  glittering  wings, 
Love  absorbs  my  ransomed  powers, 

Heavenly  sound  around  me  rings. 
Worlds  above  are  bright  and  glorious, 

All  beneath  are  dark  and  void ; 
Conquest  gained,  I'll  shout  victorious 

In  the  praises  of  my  God. 

6  Smiling  angels  now  surround  me, 

Troops  resplendent  fill  the  skies, 
Glory  shining  all  around  me, 

While  my  towering  spirit  flies: 
Jesus  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 

Now  methinks  appears  in  view; 
Brethren,  could  you  see  my  Jesus, 

You  would  serve  and  love  him  too. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  297 


<*)<^  From  "  Golden  Shower." 

[By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.] 

BEAUTIFUL  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love! 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light! 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white; 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir. 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshipping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show; 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear  ; 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there. 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet, 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing; 
Beautiful  rest — all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace. 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see, 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 

298  p-  m. 

COME  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  my  dear 
Lord, 

I  pray  give  attention  and  ear  to  my  word  ; 
What  a  wonder  of  mercy !  behold  now  I  see 
What  a  tender  kind  Saviour  has  done  for  poor 
me. 

Jesus,  my  Jesus,  my  own  loving  Saviour, 

He's  'pardoned  my  sins,  and  set  my  soul  free  ; 


298 


KEVIVAL  AND 


And  now  through  life's  journey  Til  tell  the  glad 
story 

What  Jesus  has  done  for  a  sinner  like  me. 

2  I  was  led  by  the  devil,  till  lost  and  distressed ; 
I  thought  that  in  torments  I  soon  should  be 

cast ; 

No  peace  to  my  conscience,  but  all  misery, 
Till  by  faith  I  saw  Jesus  hang  bleeding  for  me. 

3  0  sinner,  said  Jesus,  for  you  I  have  died; 
All  glory  to  Jesus,  my  soul  then  replied ; 
The  guilt  was  removed,  my  soul  did  rejoice, 
The  blood  was  applied,  the  witness  and  voice. 

4  On  my  low  bended  knees  before  God  I  did  fall, 
And  glory  to  Jesus,  for  he's  all  in  all ; 

The  heart  of  his  rebel  was  bursting  in  twain, 
To  see  my  dear  Jesus  on  Calvary  slain. 

5  There  was  peace  now  in  heaven,  and  peace 

upon  earth, 
The  angels  rejoice  at  a  poor  sinner's  birth ; 
Your  sins  are  forgiven,  my  Saviour  did  say, 
Oh,  witness  kind  heaven,  on  this  my  birthday! 

6  My  soul  it  was  humbled,  I  fell  to  the  ground ; 
The  time  of  refreshing  at  length  I  have  found; 
0  Lord,  thou  hast  ravished  my  soul  with  thy 

charms, 

Let  me  die  like  old  Simeon,  with  Christ  in  my 
arms. 

299 

CHILDEElSr  of  Zion !   what  harp-notes  are 
stealing 

So  soft  o'er  our  senses,  so  soothingly  sweet? 
'Tisthe  music  of  angels,  their  raptures  revealing, 
That  you  have  been  brought  to  the  Holy 
One's  feet. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  299 


Children  of  Zion  !  we  join  in  their  welcome, 
'Tis  sweet  to  lie  low  at  that  blessed  retreat. 

2  Children  of  Zion  !  no  longer  in  sadness 

Refrain  from  the  feast  that  your  Saviour  hath 
given, 

Come,  taste  of  the  cup  of  salvation  with  glad- 
ness, 

And  think  of  the  banquet  still  sweeter  in 
heaven. 

3  Children  of  Zion  !  we  joyfully  hail  you 

Who've  entered  the  sheepfold  through  Jesus 
the  door, 

While  pilgrims  on  earth,  though  the  foe  may 
assail  you, 

Press,  forward,  and  soon  will  the  conflict  be 
o'er. 

Children  of  Zion  !  0  !  welcome,  thi*ice  welcome  ! 
Till  we  meet  where  the  foe  shall  oppress  you  no 
more. 

300 

CHRISTIAN,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er 
thee, 

And  all  the  midnight  shadows  flee ; 
Tinged  are  the  distant  skies  with  glory, 
A  beacon  light  hangs  out  for  thee. 

Arise,  arise,  the  light  breaks  o'er  thee; 

Thy  name  is  graven  on  his  hands  ; 
Thy  home  is  in  those  worlds  of  glory 

Where  thy  Redeemer  reigns  alone. 

2  Thy  God  is  ever  kind  and  gracious, 
He  will  direct  thy  course  above, 
For  thou  art  in  his  sight  most  precious, 
The  object  of  his  special  love. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


3  Though  in  the  proud,  dark  waves  of  ocean, 

O'erwhelraed  thou  need  not.  shalt  not  be; 
'Midst  the  fierce  tempest's  dread  commotion, 
Thy  God  will  still  remember  thee. 

4  Tossed  on  time's  rude,  relentless  surges, 

Calmly  composed,  and  dauntless  stand, 
For  lo !  beyond  those  seas  emerges, 

The  height  that  bounds  the  promised  land. 

5  Christian,  behold  the  land  is  nearing, 

Where  the  wild  sea- storm's  rage  is  o'er  ; 
Hark  how  the  heavenly  hosts  are  cheering, 
See,  in  what  throngs  they  range  the  shore ! 

301  p.  m. 

COME  and  taste  along  with  me, 
Consolation  running  free, 
From  our  Father's  wealthy  throne, 
Sweeter  than  the  honeycomb. 

I'll  praise  God,  and  you'll  praise  God, 

And  well  all  praise  God  together, 
We'll  praise  the  Lord  for  the  work  that  he  has 
done; 

Glory  be  to  God  forever. 

2  Wherefore  should  I  feast  alone? 
Two  are  better  still  than  one : 

The  more  comes  in  with  a  free,  good  will, 
Makes  the  banquet  sweeter  still. 

3  Now  I  go  to  heaven's  door, 
Asking  for  a  little  more  ! 
Jesus  gives  a  double  share, 
Calling  me  his  chosen  heir. 

4  Goodness  running  like  a  stream, 
Through  the  New  Jerusalem, 
And  by  a  constant  breaking  forth, 
Sweetens  earth  and  heaven  both. 


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5  Saints  in  glory,  sing  aloud, 
For  to  see  an  heir  of  God ! 
Coming  in  at  heaven's  door, 
Making  of  the  number  more. 

6  Now  my  body  doth  its  best, 

For  to  keep  me  back  from  Christ; 
But  a  treasure  coming  in, 
Doth  oppose  my  inbred  sin.  / 

7  Sinful  nature  hatching  vice, 
Cannot  stop  the  force  of  grace ; 
Whilst  there  is  a  God  to  give, 
And  a  sinner  to  receive. 

8  Heaven's  here,  and  heaven's  there, 
Comfort's  flowing  everywhere ! 
This  I  boldly  do  profess, 

That  my  soul  hath  got  a  taste. 

9  Now  I  go  rejoicing  home, 
From  the  banquet  of  perfume ! 
Finding  manna  on  the  road, 
Dropping  from  the  mount  of  God. 

302 

PILGRIMS,  we  are  to  Canaan  bound, 
Our  journey  lies  along  this  road; 
This  wilderness  we  travel  round, 
To  reach  the  city  of  our  God. 

0  happy  pilgrims,  spotless  fair, 
What  makes  your  robes  so  white  appear 
Our  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
And  we  are  trav'ling  home  to  God. 

2  A  few  more  days,  or  weeks,  or  years, 
In  this  dark  desert  to  complain ; 
A  few  more  sighs,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  bid  adieu  to  pain. 


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3  0  blessed  land !  0  happy  land ! 

When  shall  we  reach  thy  golden  shore  ? 
And  one  redeemed,  unbroken  band 
United  be  for  evermore. 

4  And  if  our  robes  are  pure  and  white, 

May  we  all  reach  that  blest  abode? 
Oh,  yes,  they  all  shall  dwell  in  light 
Whose  robes  are  washed  in  Jesus'  blood. 

5  We  all  shall  reach  that  golden  shore 

If  here  we  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Straight  is  the  way,  and  straight  the  door, 
And  none  but  pilgrims  find  the  way. 

6  Oh,  may  we  meet  at  last  above, 

Amid  the  holy  blood-washed  throng, 
And  sing  forever  Jesus'  love, 

While  saints  and  angels  join  the  song. 

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COME,  sing  to  me  of  heaven, 
When  I'm  about  to  die, 
Sing  songs  of  holy  ecstacy, 
To  waft  my  soul  on  high ! 

There'll  be  no  sorrow  there, 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there, 
In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  love. 
There'll  be  no  sorrow  there. 

2  When  cold  and  sluggish  drops 

Boll  off  my  marble  brow. 
Break  forth  in  songs  of  joyfulness, — 
Let  heaven  begin  below. 

3  When  the  last  moments  come, 

Oh,  watch  my  dying  face, 
To  catch  the  bright  seraphic  glow, 
Which  in  each  feature  plays. 


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4  Then  to  my  raptured  ear 

Let  one  sweet  song  be  given  J 
Let  music  charm  me  last  on  earth, 
And  greet  me  first  in  heaven. 

5  Then  close  my  sightless  eyes, 

And  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
And  clasp  my  cold  and  icy  hands 
Upon  my  lifeless  breast. 

6  When  round  my  senseless. clay, 

Assemble  those  I  love — 
Then  sing  of  heav'n,  delightful  heav'n, 
My  glorious  home  above. 

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OH,  I  have  roamed  through  many  lands, 
A  stranger  to  delight; 
Nor  friendship's  hopes  nor  love's  sweet  smiles 

Could  make  my  pathway  bright, 
Till  on  the  sky  a  Star  arose, 

And  lit  night's  sable  dome, 
Oh  !  steer  my  bark  by  that  sweet  Star, 
For  Eden  is  my  home. 

2  Oh !  Eden  is  my  place  of  rest, 

I  long  to  reach  its  shore, 
To  shake  these  troubles  from  my  breast, 

And  weep  and  sigh  no  more. 
To  that  fair  land  my  spirit  flies, 

And  angels  bid  me  come! 
Oh  !  steer  my  bark  o'er  Jordan's  wave, 

For  Eden  is  my  home  ! 

3  Oh  !  take  me  from  this  world  of  wo 

To  my  sweet  home  above, 
Where  tears  of  sorrow  never  flow, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


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My  sister  spirits  wait  for  me, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come : 
Oh  !  steer  my  bark  to  that  bright  land, 

For  Eden  is  my  home. 

305  ft  * 

THEEE  is  a  land,  surpassing  fair, 
By  holy  pleasure  owned  ; 
Nor  hate  nor  strife  approaches  there, 
For  love  is  there  enthroned. 

2  Nor  hearts  are  there  to  gloom  a  prey, 

Nor  sorrows  e'er  annoy ; 
The  darkness  yields  to  shining  day, 
And  pain  to  perfect  joy. 

3  No  lamentations  there  are  known, 

But  songs  alone  are  heard; 
Nor  lust  of  power  itself  has  shown, 
Nor  envy  ever  stirred. 

4  Sweet  gratulations  there  abound, 

Each  welcomes  each  to  heaven; 
Their  better  portions  all  have  found, 
Their  griefless  mansions  given. 

5  God's  glowing  glories  all  adorn 

With  bliss-inspiring  rays; 
And  blooms  one  endless  vernal  morn, 
Hallowed  with  endless  praise. 

6  The  pilgrim,  worn  with  toil  below, 

This  holy  rest  attains, 
And  changes  then  his  notes  of  wo 
To  heaven's  enchanting  strains. 

7  Oh  when,  delightsome  land  of  God, 

Shall  I  thy  plains  survey? 
How  long,  full  weary  on  the  road, 
Must  I  the  sight  delay ! 


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8  Glad  would  I  yield  each  earthly  toy — 
Lay  off  ray  fleshy  load — 
And  fly  to  thee,  my  rest,  my  joy, 
Delightsome  land  of  God. 


MEET  again  !  when  life  is  o'er, 
Meet  again  !  to  part  no  more ; 
How  it  cheers  the  drooping  heart, 
"When  from  friends  we're  called  to  part. 

2  Meet  again  !  where  endless  joy, 
We  shall  taste  without  alloy; 

Meet  where  songs  shall  ne'er  grow  old, 
Sweetly  tuned  to  harps  of  gold. 

3  Meet  again  !  how  passing  sweet, 
Friends  long  lost  again  to  meet; 
Careworn  souls  by  tempest  driven, 
Oh,  how  sweet  to  meet  in  heaven. 


COME,  brethren,  don't  grow  weary, 
But  let  us  journey  on ; 
The  moments  will  not  tarry, 
This  life  will  soon  be  gone : 
The  passing  scenes  all  tell  us 

That  death  will  surely  come; 
These  bodies  soon  will  moulder 
In  the  dark  and  dreary  tomb. 

2  Loved  ones  have  gone  before  us, 
They  beckon  us  away, 
O'er  aerial  plains  they're  soaring, 

Blest  in  eternal  day; 
But  we  are  in  the  army, 

And  dare  not  leave  our  post  ; 
"We'll  fight  until  we  conquer 
The  foe's  most  mighty  host. 


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KEVIVAL  AND 


3  Our  Captain's  gone  before  us, 

He  kindly  calls  us  home 
To  yonder  world  of  glory, 

And  sweetly  bids  us  come. 
The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan 

Will  strive  to  hedge  our  way, 
But  we'll  o'ercome  these  powers— 

And  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

4  And  Jesus  will  be  with  us, 

E'en  to  our  journey's  end, 
In  every  sore  affliction 

His  present  help  to  lend. 
He  never  will  grow  weary, 

Though  often  we  request, 
He'll  give  us  grace  to  conquer, 

And  take  us  home  to  rest. 

308  p.  m. 

I SHALL  rest,  I  shall  rest, 
When  the  Christian's  race  is  run; 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  the  glorious  crown  is  won; 
I  shall  rest  on  Zion's  mountain, 
I  shall  rest  by  life's  pure  fountain; 
I  shall  rest,  and  rest  in  glory, 
With  my  Lord  who's  gone  before  me; 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  my  faith  and  hope  are  tried ; 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 
By  the  crystal  river  side. 

2  I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  life's  conflicts  are  all  o'er, 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

Where  the  tempted  weep  no  more ; 
I  shall  rest  from  all  temptation, 
I  shall  share  the  great  salvation ; 


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I  shall  rest  with  Christ  my  Saviour, 
Best  in  peace,  and  rest  forever. 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  the  saints  are  glorified, 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

By  my  conquering  Saviour's  side. 

3  I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  time's  tempests  all  are  o'er, 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore ; 
I  shall  rest  from  wo  and  sorrow 
In  that  bright  eternal  morrow, 
I  shall  rest  from  tears  and  signing, 
I  shall  rest  from  pain  and  dying. 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

When  all  mortal  toils  are  past, 
I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest, 

With  the  ransomed  host  at  last. 

309 

W HEIST  pulse  beats  low,  and  cheeks  grow  pale, 
And  storms  of  life  are  fiercely  driven ; 
When  fairest  prospects  quickly  fail, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven  ! 

2  When  friends  that  seemed  most  near  and  dear 

Are  from  our  bosoms  swiftly  riven, 
And  life's  bright  joys  in  gloom  appear, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  hope  in  heaven  ! 

3  When  lone  and  wand'ring  far  from  home, 

No  kind  relief  to  us  is  given, 
Oh,  what  would  then  of  us  become, 
If  we  had  not  a  hope  in  heaven  ? 

4  And  when  the  end  is  drawing  nigh, 

Of  life,  through  which  we  long  have  striven, 
And  we  at  last  must  droop  and  die, 
How  sweet  to  have  a  home  in  heaven  ! 


308  REVIVAL  AND 

310 

FLY  away  to  thy  long-sought  home  on  high 
Fly  away  to  thy  promised  shore ! 
"Where  the  Eden  fields  in  glory  lie, 

And  the  humble  shall  weep  no  more. 
I  long  have  thought  on  your  scenes  sublime, 

And  dreamed  of  your  temple  of  light; 
I  have  wept  while  I  mused  on  your  sunlit  clime, 
Borne  on  with  ecstatic  delight. 

2  Fly  away  to  the  living  streams  of  joy ! 

Fly  away  to  the  garden  of  love  ! 
"Where  the  tempter  again  shall  never  destroy, 

Nor  mar  the  bright  beauties  above : 
But  awhile  I  must  stay  in  my  prison  of  clay, 

Or  roam  on  this  desolate  shore; 
I  must  wait  for  the  dawn  of  the  opening  day, 

When  death  and  the  curse  are  no  more. 

3  I  must  wait  for  the  word  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

I  must  wait  for  the  guardian  bands, 
I  must  wait  till  the  message  brings  release, 

That's  signed  by  Immanuel's  hands. 
Then  away  from  this  desert,  with  joy  I'll  rise, 

Then  away  from  my  prison  fll  fly ; 
My  pinion  I'll  dip  in  the  clear  bright  skies, 

And  fly  away  to  my  home  on  high. 

311  e> 

OLAND  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh, 
When  will  the  moment  come, 
"When  shall  I  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  in  peace  at  home  ? 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know, 
No  peaceful  sheltering  dome, 
This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 


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3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  fled  for  rest; 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam, 
And  lean  for  succor  on  his  breast, 
And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  I  should  at  once  have  quit  this  field, 

Where  foes  with  fury  foam ; 
But  ah !  my  passport  was  not  sealed — 
I  could  not  yet  go  home. 

5  When  by  affliction  sharply  tried, 

I  view  the  gaping  tomb ; 
Although  I  dread  death's  chilling  tide, 
Yet  still  I  sigh  for  home. 

6  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  quit  th'  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

312 

FLY  up,  my  soul,  and  view  the  plains 
Where  everlasting  beauty  reigns. 

There's  a  better  day  a-coming  ! 
Glory,  hallelujah ! 

2  No  sickness  there — no  grief — no  sigh — 
For  there  the  dwellers  never  die. 

3  While  here,  we  groan  with  toil  and  care, 
But  we  shall  shine  in  glory  there ; 

4  Shall  range  along  the  river  side, 
And  drink  the  cool  and  living  tide ; 

5  Shall  stand  the  trees  of  life  below, 

And  pluck  the  fruits  that  on  them  grow ; 

6  Shall  pluck  the  fruits  and  pluck  the  flowers, 
And  dwell  at  ease  in  angel  bowers. 


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7  Our  huts  below  are  poor  and  old, 

Our  mansions  there  are  bright  with  gold. 

8  Our  robes  shall  all  be  purest  white, 

Our  crowns  more  dazzling  than  the  light. 

9  Our  conquering  palms  shall  wave  around, 
Our  harps  like  David's  harp  shall  sound. 

10  Our  songs  about  the  throne  shall  rise, 
Our  shouts  shall  echo  through  the  skies. 

11  Eoll  on,  bright  day,  in  glory  roll, 
Arise  to  meet  it,  0  my  soul. 

313  p.m. 

GAY  pleasures  and  palaces,  mention  them  not, 
'Tis  only  in  heaven  that  pain  is  forgot, 
'Tis  only  in  mansions  prepared  for  the  blest 
That  souls  of  believers  can  ever  find  rest. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 
There's  no  place  like  home,  there's  no  place  like 
home. 

2  Poor  exiles  from  heaven,  we  seek  but  in  vain 
For  pleasures,  which  only  in  Christ  we  obtain; 
Temptations  beset  us,  afflictions  pursue, 

And  all  that  supports  us  is  heaven  in  view. 

3  Oh,  soon  may  this  wearisome  pilgrimage  cease, 
Oh,  soon  may  we  rest  in  the  mansions  of  peace, 
And  soon  may  the  Saviour  our  welcome  pro- 
claim, 

To  a  home  in  the  skies,  which  he  died  to  obtain. 

314 

HOME  is  sweet,  home  is  sweet,  on  Canaan's 
happy  shore, 
And  oh !  'twill  fill  my  soul  with  joy  to  meet  my 
friends  once  more, 


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Here  I  dropt  the  parting  tear,  and  I  was  left 
alone, 

But  soon  I'll  meet  again  with  those  who'll  kindly 
greet  me  home. 

2  Happy  day,  happy  day,  when  Jesus  I  shall  see, 
And  with  the  friends  I've  loved  in  youth  shall 

eat  of  life's  fair  tree  j 
But  if  my  guide  should  be  my  fate  that  bids 

me  longer  roam, 
I  know  that  death  will  soon  release,  and  I  shall 

find  my  home. 

3  Music  sweet,  music  soft,  that  lingers  on  my  ear, 
And  oh !  I  hear  the  word  of  Christ,  that  bids 

me  never  fear, 
Then  give  me  but  my  Saviour's  love,  I'll  ask  no 

higher  boon, 
For  I  shall  meet  with  those  I  loved,  and  dwell 

with  them  at  home. 

315  r.  m. 

HOW  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await 
me 

In  yon  blissful  region,  the  haven  of  rest, 
Where  glorified  spirits  with  welcome  shall  greet 
me, 

And  lead  me  to  mansions  prepared  for  the 
blest; 

Encircled  in  light  and  with  glory  enshrouded. 
My  happiness  perfect,  my  mind's  sky  un- 
clouded, 

I'll  bathe  in  the  ocean  of  pleasure  unbounded, 
And  range  with  delight  through  the  Eden  of 
Love. 

2  While  angelic  legions,  with  harps  tuned  ce- 
lestial, 

Harmoniously  join  in  the  concert  of  praise, 


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EEVIVAL  AND 


The  saints,  as  they  flock  from  the  regions  ter- 
restrial, 

In  loud  hallelujahs  their  voices  will  raise : 
The  song  of  redemption  shall  echo  through 
heaven, 

My  soul  will  respond,  to  Immanuel  be  given 
All  glory,  all  honor,  all  might  and  dominion, 
Who  brought  us  thro'  grace  to  the  Eden  of 
Love. 

3  Hail !  blessed  estate !    Hail,  ye  songsters  of 
glory ! 

Ye  harpers  of  bliss,  soon  I'll  meet  you  above  ! 
And  join  your  full  choir  in  rehearsing  the  story, 

"Salvation  from  sorrow  through  Jesus'  love." 
Though  prisoned  in  earth,  yet  by  anticipation 
Already  my  soul  feels  a  sweet  prelibation 
Of  joys  that  await  me  when  freed  from  pro- 
bation : 

My  heart's  now  in  heaven,  the  Eden  of  Love. 

316 

HAVE  you  heard,  have  you  heard  of  that  sun- 
bright  clime, 
Undimmed  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time, 
Where  age  hath  no  power  o'er  the  fadeless 
frame — 

Where  the  eye  is  fire,  and  the  heart  is  flame? 
Have  you  heard  of  that  sun-bright  clime  ? 

2  A  river  of  water  gushes  there, 

'Mid  flowers  of  beauty  strangely  fair, 
And  a  thousand  wings  are  hovering  o'er 
The  dazzling  wave  and  the  golden  shore, 
That  are  seen  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

3  Millions  of  forms,  all  clothed  in  light, 
And  garments  of  beauty,  clear  and  white — 


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They  dwell  in  their  own  immortal  bowers, 
'Mid  fadeless  hues  of  countless  flowers, 
That  bloom  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

4  Ear  hath  not  heard,  and  eye  hath  not  seen, 
Their  swelling  notes  and  their  changeless  sheen, 
Their  ensigns  are  waving  and  banners  unfurl, 
O'er  the  jasper  walls  and  gates  of  pearl 

That  are  reared  in  that  sun-bright  clime. 

5  But  far,  far  away  is  that  sinless  clime, 
Undimmed  by  sorrow,  unhurt  by  time; 
Where  amid  all  things  that's  fair  is  given 
The  home  of  the  saints — and  its  name  is  heaven, 

The  name  of  that  sun-bright  clime. 

317  x.J*. 

THE  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair, 
Nor  death  nor  sighing  visit  there; 
Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  outshine — 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ?  &c. 

2  My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Above  the  arched  and  starry  sky; 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free, 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

3  While  here,  a  stranger  far  from  home, 
Affliction's  waves  may  round  me  foam, 
Although,  like  Lazarus,  sick  and  poor, 
My  heavenly  mansion  is  secure. 

4  I  envy  not  the  rich  and  great 

Their  pomp  of  wealth  and  pride  of  state; 
My  Father  is  a  richer  King — 
That  heavenly  mansion  still  I  sing. 

5  Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'erflow ; 


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Be  mine  the  happier  lot  to  own 

A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

6  Then,  fail  this  earth,  let  stars  decline, 
And  sun  and  moon  refuse  to  shine, 
All  nature  sink  and  cease  to  be, 
That  heavenly  mansion  stands  for  me. 

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JEEUSALEM !  thy  mansions  fair, 
Ignoble  souls  may  never  share ; 
For  all  who  walk  thy  streets  of  gold 
Are  in  the  book  of  life  enrolled. 

2  Whoso  from  earth  would  thither  go 
Must  wash  his  robes  as  white  as  snow; 
In  Jesus'  blood,  the  fount  of  grace, 
Find  pure,  unspotted  righteousness. 

3  0  Lamb  of  God,  my  heart  prepare 
To  enter  with  the  holy  there ; 
Within  thy  book  my  name  enroll, 
And  write  thine  own  upon  my  soul. 

4  To  him  that  loves  and  trusts  the  Lord, 
And  keeps  with  patient  hope  his  word, 
The  Spirit  with  his  spirit  bears 
Sweet  witness  to  his  answered  prayers. 

5  Whoever  has  this  seal  of  love, 
His  title  reads  to  seats  above ; 
And  looking  upward  as  he  runs, 
The  soil  of  sinful  pleasure  shuns. 

6  Jesus,  fulfill  my  long  desire, 

To  stand  with  thee  in  pure  attire, 
And  find  at  last  a  place  and  name 
Within  the  new  Jerusalem, 


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319  x.jir. 

HOW  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  is ! 
The  fountain-head  of  life  and  bliss; 
Celestial  bands,  assist  my  flight, 
And  bear  me  to  those  realms  of  light. 
On  high,  above  yon  vault  of  blue, 
That  happier  land  appears  in  view; 
Oh,  were  I  once  from  earth  away  ! 
Through  all  its  blissful  groves  to  stray. 

2  Those  blissful  groves,  so  green  and  fair, 
Perennial  fruit  and  blossoms  bear; 
And  angel  forms,  of  various  gi-ade, 
Enjoy  their  ever-peaceful  shade. 

The  seraph  tall,  with  ardor  bright, 
Beloved  among  the  sons  of  light, 
And  cherub  grave,  of  thoughtful  mien, 
Stray  o'er  those  hills  of  evergreen. 

3  But  oh,  to  my  fond  heart  more  dear, 
Those  whom  I  loved  and  cherished  here, 
In  white  and  spotless  robes  I  see, 
From  pain  and  death  forever  free. 
Their  harps  of  gold  are  tuned  to  sing 
The  triumphs  of  their  Saviour  King; 
And  heavenly  hill,  and  grove,  and  stream 
Are  vocal  with  the  joyful  theme. 

4  When,. through  the  strength  of  saving  grace, 
I  finish  my  appointed  race, 

On  that  immortal,  brighter  plain, 
I'll  meet  those  kindred  souls  again. 
Then  speed  your  flight,  ye  passing  years, 
Till  God  shall  wipe  these  falling  tears, 
And  bid  my  exiled  spirit  come, 
To  dwell  in  that  eternal  home. 


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320 

THERE  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed, 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there ; 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 

That  blissful  place  is  my  father -land, 
By  faith  its  delights  I explore  ; 

Come,  favor  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode ; 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell — 
But  there  is  the  palace  of  God  ! 

3  There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 

Who  suffered  and  worshipped  with  me; 
Exalted  with  Christ,  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  beauty  they  see. 

4  There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er; 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 
And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. 

321 

HERE  we  suffer  grief  and  pain, 
Here  we  meet  to  part  again, 
In  heaven  we  part  no  more. 

Oh  !  that  will  be, joyful !  ' 
Joyful,  joyful,  joyful, 
Oh !  that  will  be  joyful ! 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  All  who  love  the  Lord  below, 
When  they  die  to  heaven  will  go, 
And  sing  with  saints  above. 


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3  Little  children  will  be  there, 

Who  have  sought  the  Lord  by  prayer, 
From  every  Sunday-school. 

4  Teachers,  too,  shall  meet  above, 
And  our  pastors,  whom  we  love, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 

5  Oh  !  how  happy  we  shall  be  ! 
For  our  Saviour  we  shall  see, 

Exalted  on  his  throne ! 

6  There  we  all  shall  sing  with  joy, 
And  eternity  employ 

In  praising  Christ  the  Lord. 

322  i.  m. 

I'M  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die, 
From  grief  and  wo  my  soul  shall  fly; 
Bright  angels  shall  convey  me  home, 
Away  to  New  Jerusalem. 

2  I'll  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
I  hope  to  praise  him  after  death, 

I  hope  to  praise  him  when  I  die, 
And  shout  salvation  as  I  fly. 

3  Farewell,  vain  world,  Fm  going  home, 
My  Saviour  smiles,  and  bids  me  come; 
Sweet  angels  beckon  me  away, 

To  sing  God's  praise  in  endless  day. 

4  I  soon  shall  pass  the  vale  of  death, 
And  in  his  arms  I'll  lose  my  breath ; 
And  then  my  happy  soul  shall  tell, 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

5  I  soon  shall  hear  the  awful  sound, 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground; 


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Arise  and  drop  your  dying  shrouds, 
And  meet  king  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 

6  When  to  that  blessed  world  I  rise, 
And  join  the  anthems  in  the  skies, 
This  note  above  the  rest  shall  swell 
My  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

7  Then  shall  I  see  my  blessed  God, 
And  praise  him  in  his  bright  abode 
My  theme  through  all  eternity 
Shall  glory,  glory,  glory  be. 

323  5  0s  &1  7  s. 

OUE,  bondage  here  shall  end, 
By  and  by— by  and  by; 
Our  griefs  shall  vanish  then, 
With  our  threescore  years  and  ten, 
And  bright  glory  crown  the  day 
By  and  by — by  and  by. 

2  When  our  Deliverer  comes, 

By  and  by — by  and  by, 
From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free, 
We  will  hail  the  jubilee, 
And  to  Canaan  all  return 

By  and  by — by  and  by. 

3  Though  strong  our  foes  appear, 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on  ; 
Our  hearts  shall  know  no  fear, 
For  Israel's  God  is  near — 
While  the  fiery  pillar  moves 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 

4  By  Marah's  bitter  streams 

We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on ; 
Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 
The  Bock  shall  yield  supply. 


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To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine 
We'll  go  on — we'll  go  on. 

5  And  when  to  Jordan's  flood 

We  are  come — we  are  come ; 
Jehovah  rules  the  tide, 
And  the  waters  will  divide, 
While  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout, 

"  We  are  come — we  are  come." 

6  There  friends  shall  meet  again, 

Who  have  loved — who  have  loved  j 
Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 
When  we  each  other  greet, 
At  our  great  Redeemer's  feet, 

Who  have  loved — who  have  loved. 

7  There,  with  the  happy  throng, 

We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice; 
Shouting  "  Glory  to  our  King," 
Till  the  dome  of  heaven  shall  ring, 
And  through  all  eternity 

We'll  rejoice — we'll  rejoice. 

m 

I AM  fading  away  to  the  land  of  the  bless'd, 
Like  the  last  lingering  hues  of  the  even ; 
Reclining  my  head  on  my  Saviour's  breast, 

I  soar  to  my  own  native  heaven ; 
My  warfare  is  finished,  the  battle  is  won, 

To  a  crown  and  a  throne  I  aspire  : 
My  coursers  are  swifter  than  steeds  of  the  sun, 
I  mount  in  a  chariot  of  fire. 

2  The  world  is  fast  sinking  away  from  my  sight, 
A  trifle  appears  all  its  treasures ! 
I  see  them  from  hence  by  eternity's  light  : 
How  vanish  its  pomp  and  its  pleasures ! 


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How  faint  are  the  notes  of  the  trumpet  of  fame, 
Kefreshing  its  soul-flattering  story  ! 

How  tarnished  the  lustre  of  each  noble  name ! 
A  meteor  flash  is  its  glory. 

3  But  there  is  a  spot — one  beautiful  spot 

My  heart  lingers  o'er  with  emotion; 
Its  peaceful  enjoyments  shall  ne'er  be  forgot; 

"Pis  the  place  of  my  former  devotion. 
I  see  it,  "outstretched  in  its  loveliness,"  lie, 

Like  a  garden  of  lilies  and  roses ; 
More  charming  to  me,  as  it  fades  from  the  eye, 

Than  the  valleys  of  Canaan  to  Moses. 

4  Lo!  upward  I  gaze,  and  the  glory  supreme, 

That  illumines  the  height  of  elysian, 
Shines  down  through  the  veil — there  is  life  in 
each  beam — ■ 

It  renders  immortal  my  vision ; 
The  notes  of  soft  melody  fall  on  my  ear; 

Harmonious  the  cadence  and  measure; 
'Tis  the  voice  of  the  harpers  on  Zion  I  hear; 

Full  high  swells  their  chorus  of  pleasure. 

5  Lo !  there  are  the  towers  of  my  future  abode, 

The  city  on  high  and  eternal  ! 
See,  there  is  the  Eden — the  river  of  God! 

And  the  trees  ever  bearing  and  vernal: 
Haste,  haste  with  me  onward,  companion  and 
guide. 

Let  me  join  in  that  heavenly  matin ; 
Fly  wide,  ye  bright  gates !  swiftly  through 
them  I  ride, 
Triumphant  o'er  sin,  death,  and  Satan. 

325 

I HEAR  thee  speak  of  a  hetter  land  ; 
Thou  call'st  its  children  a  happy  band ; 


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321 


Mother,  oh,  where  is  that  distant  shore  ? 
Shall  we  not  seek  it,  sigh  no  more? 
Is  it  where  the  flower  of  the  orange  blows, 
And  the  fireflies  dance  in  the  myrtle  boughs? 

Not  there,  not  there,  my  child; 

Not  there,  not  there,  my  child. 

2  Is  it  far  away  in  some  region  old, 
Where  rivers  wander  o'er  sands  of  gold, 
And  the  bright  rays  of  the  valleys  shine, 
And  the  diamond  lights  up  the  secret  mine; 
And  the  pearl  glows  forth  from  the  coral 

strand — 

Is  it  there,  sweet  mother,  that  better  land  ? 
Not  there,  not  there,  my  child; 
Not  there,  not  there,  my  child. 

3  Eye  hath  not  seen  it,  my  gentle  boy, 
Ear  hath  not  heard  its  deep  songs  of  joy; 
Dreams  cannot  picture  a  world  so  fair; 
Sorrow  and  death  may  not  enter  there ; 
Time  may  not  breathe  on  its  faultless  bloom, 
Far  beyond  the  clouds  and  beyond  the  tomb. 

'Tis  there,  'tis  there,  my  child  ; 
'Tis  there,  'tis  there,  my  child. 

326 

I HAVE  a  home  beyond  the  sky, 
Where  saints  in  glory  never  die; 
A  home  all  fair  and  bright  as  noon, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  never  come. 

Tm  going  home,  &c. 

2  In  that  fair  land  there  still  is  room, 
Where  weary  pilgrims  may  get  home; 
And  join  with  angels  in  the  song 
Of  praises  to  our  God  the  Lamb. 
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322 


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3  When  done  with  earth;  its  follies  past, 
I'll  reach  my  fatherland  at  last ; 

To  sit  and  sing  around  the  throne, 
Glory  to  God !  I'm  safe  at  home. 

4  When  safe  at  home  in  that  fair  land, 
I'll  join  the  happy,  sinless  band; 
And  sing  with  rapture  near  the  throne, 
Vain  world,  adieu  !  I'm  safe  at  home. 

327  From "  Golden  Chain."  8s  &  7s. 

[By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.] 

I 1ST  the.Christian's  home  in  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 

There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 

There  is  rest  for  you 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  wo  my  lot  shall  share, 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn; 
Shout  for  gladness,  0  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. 


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5  Sing,  0  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory; 
Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go; 
Zion's  gates  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 

328  c.  m. 

JESUS,  the  visions  of  thy  face 
Have  overpowering  charms; 
Scarce  shall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

2  Then,  while  you  hear  my  heart-strings  break, 

How  sweet  the  minutes  roll ! 
A  mortal  paleness  on  my  cheek, 
But  glory  in  my  soul. 

3  Death  cannot  make  my  soul  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  me  there ; 
Soft  is  the  passage  through  the  shade, 
And  all  the  prospect  fair. 

4  When  shall  my  happy  soul  arise 

To  that  bright  world  above, 
And  view  with  unbeclouded  eyes, 
The  Canaan  which  I  love  ? 

5  Clasped  in  my  heavenly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  to  breathe, 
And  lose  my  life  amid  the  charms 
Of  so  divine  a  death. 

329  #  Ss  and  4L  7s. 

LET  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking, 
Dear  companions,  let  me  go  : 
"We  have  spent  a  night  of  waking 

In  the  wilderness  below  : 
Upward  now  I  bend  my  way, 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 


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2  Let  me  go,  I  may  not  tarry, 

Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears ; 
Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears : 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so, 
If  you  love  me,  let  me  go. 

3  We  have  travelled  long  together, 

Hand  in  hand,  and  heart  in  heart, 
Both  through  fair  and  stormy  weather, 

And  'tis  hard — 'tis  hard  to  part: 
While  I  sigh  "Farewell"  to  you: 
Answer,  one  and  all,  "Adieu." 

4  'Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me 

That  withdraws  me  from  your  sight : 
Walls  of  earth  no  more  can  bound  me, 

But,  translated  into  light, 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen,  you  hear  me  sing. 

5  Heaven's  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken, 

Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky: 
Am  I  dead?    Nay,  by  this  token, 

Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die: 
Would  you  solve  the  mystery? 
Come  up  hither — come  and  see. 

330 

MY  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here, 
Then  why  should  I  tremble  when  trials 
are  near  ? 

Be  hushed,  my  sad  spirit,  the  worst  that  can 
come 

But  shortens  thy  journey,  and  hastens  thee 
home. 

2  It  is  not  for  me  to  be  seeking  my  bliss. 
Or  building  my  hopes  in  a  region  like  this; 


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I  look  for  a  city  that  hands  have  not  piled, 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

3  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me  may  grow, 
I  would  not  lie  down  upon  roses  below ; 

I  ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my  rest, 
Till  I  find  them  forever  on  Jesus'  breast. 

4  Afflictions  may  press  me,  they  cannot  destroy — 
One  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all  into 

j°y; 

And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but  on 
them, 

Like  dew  in  the  sunshine,  grow  diamond  and 
gem. 

5  Let  doubt,  then,  and  danger  my  progress  op- 

pose, 

They  only  make  heaven  more  sweet  at  its 
close ; 

Come  joy,  or  come  sorrow,  whate'er  may  befall, 
An  hour  with  my  Saviour  will  make  up  for  all. 

6  A  scrip  on  my  back,  and  a  staff  in  my  hand, 

I  march  on  in  haste,  through  an  enemy's  land  j 
The  road  may  be  rough,  but  it  cannot  be  long, 
And  I'll  smooth  it  with  hope,  and  I'll  cheer  it 
with  song. 

331  10  n,  io  n. 

OTELL  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store, 
The  time  for  such  trifles  with  me  now  is 
o'er ; 

A  country  I've  found  where  true  joys  abound, 
To  dwell  I'm  determined  on  that  happy  ground. 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah  to  God ! 
We  will  praise  him  forever  and  ever.  Amen. 


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2  The  souls  that  believe  in  Paradise  live, 
And  me  in  that  number  will  Jesus  receive  : 
My  soul,  don't  delay — he  calls  thee  away, 
Bise,  follow  thy  Saviour,  and  bless  the  glad  day. 

3  No  mortal  doth  know  what  he  can  bestow, 
What  light,  strength,  and  comfort — go  after 

him,  go  ; 

Lo,  onward  I  move  to  a  city  above ; 
None  guesses  how  wondrous  my  journey  will 
prove. 

4  Great  spoils  I  shall  win  from  death,  hell,  and 

sin ; 

'Midst  outward  afflictions  shall  feel  Christ 
within  : 

And  when  I'm  to  die,  receive  me,  I'll  cry, 
For  Jesus  hath  loved  me,  I  cannot  tell  why. 

5  But  this  I  do  find,  we  two  are  so  joined, 
He'll  not  live  in  glory,  and  leave  me  behind : 
So  this  is  the  race  I'm  running  through  grace, 
Henceforth — till  admitted  to  see  my  Lord's 

face. 

6  And  now  I'm  in  care,  my  neighbors  may  share 
These  blessings ;  to  seek  them,  will  none  of  you 

dare  ? 

In  bondage,  0  why,  and  death  will  you  lie, 
When  one  here  assures  you  free  grace  is  so 
nigh? 

332 

OH  come,  come  away,  from  labor  now  re- 
posing, 

Let  anxious  care  awhile  forbear, 
Oh  come,  come  away. 
Oh  come,  our  sacred  joys  renew, 


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And  here  where  faith  will  strengthen  you, 
And  Christ  will  welcome  you — 
Oh  come,  come  away. 

2  From  toil  and  cares  on  which  the  day  is 

closing, 

The  hour  of  eve  brings  sweet  reprieve, 

Oh  come,  come  away. 
0  come,  where  God  will  smile  on  thee, 
And  in  our  hearts  will  rapture  be, 
And  time  pass  happily — 

Oh  come,  come  away. 

3  While  tuned  to  God's  love,  the  angel  harps  are 

ringing,  > 

And  sound  his  praise  through  endless  days, 
Oh  come,  come  away. 
In  answering  songs  of  sympathy, 
We'll  sing  in  tuneful  harmony 
From  earth's  temptation  free, 
Oh  come,  come  away. 

4  The  bright  day  is  gone,  the  moon  and  stars  ap- 

pearing, 

With  silver  light  illume  the  night, 

Oh  come,  come  away. 
Come  join  your  prayers  with  ours — address 
Kind  Heaven,  our  meetings  here  to  bless 
With  peace,  hope,  happiness — 

Oh  come,  come  away. 

333  r.M. 

SOON  will  our  suffering  time  be  o'er, 
When  we  shall  weep  and  sigh  no  more. 

Moll  on,  roll  on,  sweet  moments,  roll  on, 
And  let  these  poor  pilgrims  go  home,  go  home, 

2  Jesus  himself  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  safe  we  rest  in  endless  day. 


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3  A  few  more  rolling  years  at  most, 
Will  land  us  safe  on  Canaan's  coast. 

4  From  sleeping  clay  and  beds  of  dust, 
Our  Jesus  will  call  home  the  just. 

5  Our  ransomed  souls  shall  soar  away, 
To  praise  our  God  in  endless  day. 

6  When  landed  on  the  heavenly  shore, 
Death  and  the  curse  shall  be  no  more. 

7  And  when  we  Christ  in  glory  meet, 
Our  thrilling  hopes  will  be  complete. 

8  Then  shall  we  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  our  glorious  hiding-place. 

9  Each  soul  shall  feel  what  glories  shine 
In  our  Immanuel  all  divine. 

10  Filled  with  his  light,  and  life,  and  joy, 
Praise  shall  our  every  hour  employ. 

334 

SEE,  Christian,  see  how  time  steals  on; 
Soon  will  sink  life's  setting  sun  ; 
Like  the  gleams  of  closing  day, 
Fade  these  fleeting  hours  away  : 
Then  up,  let  us  toil  till  our  toilings  are  o'er, 
Till  we  shall  be  borne  to  eternity's  shore : 
Our  final  summons  having  come, 
How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home ! 
Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome 
home, 

Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 

2  See  how  the  shades  of  death  come  nigh  ; 
Blissful  shades  when  Christians  die  : 
They  mark  the  path  our  Saviour  trod, 
Dying  saints  to  waft  to  God : 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


329 


Then  up,  fellow-Christian,  let  mourning  be  o'er; 
Rejoice  in  the  Saviour,  rejoice  evermore : 
Our  final  summons  having  come, 
How  sweet  the  Christian's  welcome  home ! 
Home,  home,  home,  the  Christian's  welcome 
home, 

"Welcome  home,  welcome  home. 

335 

SHED  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early  bier; 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone ; 
Smile  when  the  slow-tolling  bell  you  shall 
hear — 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 
Weep  not  for  me  when  you  stand  round  my 
grave : 

Think  who  has  died  His  beloved  to  save; 
Think  of  the  crown  all  the  ransomed  shall 
have ; 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  a  tree  that  may  wave  over  me, 

When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone  ; 
Sing  ye  a  song  when  my  grave  ye  shall  see, 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone ; 
Come  at  the  close  of  a  bright  summer's  day; 
Come  when  the  sun  sheds  his  last  lingering 
ray; 

Come  and  rejoice  that  I  thus  passed  away; 
When  I  am  gone — 1  am  gone. 

3  Shed  not  a  tear  when  you  stand  round  my 

grave, 

When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone ; 
Sing  a  sweet  song  unto  Him  who  doth  save, 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone ; 
Sing  to  the  Lamb  who  on  earth  once  was  slain, 
Sing  to  the  Lamb  who  in  heaven  doth  reign, 


330 


REVIVAL  AND 


Sing  till  the  world  shall  be  filled  with  his 

name  j 

When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

4  Plant  ye  a  rose  that  may  bloom  o'er  my  bed, 
When  I  am  gone — when  I  am  gone ; 

Breathe  not  a  sigh  for  the  blessed  early  dead, 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone ; 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  that  I'm  freed  from  all  care; 

Serve  ye  the  Lord,  that  my  bliss  ye  may  share ; 

Look  ye  on  high  and  believe  I  am  there ; 
When  I  am  gone — I  am  gone. 

336  From  "  Golden  Chain." 

[By  permission  of  W.  B.  Bradbury.] 

SHALL  we  sing  in  heaven  forever — 
Shall  we  sing  ? 
Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever, 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  0  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  sing  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever, 
In  that  happy  land  ! 

2  Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  land? 
Shall  we  know  each  other  ever 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes!  0  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  know  each  other, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever 
In  that  happy  land ! 

3  Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels 

In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  sing  with  holy  angels 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes !  0  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 


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Saints  and  angels  sirig  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever 
In  that  happy  land  ! 

4  Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow 
In  that  land  ? 
Shall  we  rest  from  care  and  sorrow 

In  that  happy  land  ? 
Yes  !  0  yes  !  in  that  land,  that  happy  land, 
They  that  meet  shall  rest  forever, 
Far  beyond  the  rolling  river, 
Meet  to  sing  and  love  forever, 
In  that  happy  land ! 

337 

SHOULD  sorrow  o'er  thy  brow, 
Its  darkened  shadows  fling — 
And  hopes  that  cheer  thee  now, 

Die  in  their  early  spring; 
Should  pleasure  at  its  birth, 

Fade  like  the  hues  of  even, 
Turn  thou  away  from  earth, 
There's  rest  for  thee  in  heaven. 

2  If  ever  life  should  seem 

To  thee  a  toilsome  way, 
And  gladness  cease  to  beam 

Upon  its  clouded  day; 
If  like  the  weary  dove, 

O'er  shoreless  oceans  driven  ; 
Raise  thou  thine  eyes  above, 

There's  rest  for  thee  in  heaven. 

3  But  0  !  if  thornless  flowers 

Throughout  thy  pathway  bloom — 
And  gaily  fleet  the  hours, 
Unstained  by  earthly  gloom ; 


332 


REVIVAL  AND 


Still,  let  not  every  thought 

To  this  poor  world  be  given ; 
Nor  always  be  forgot, 

Thy  better  rest  in  heaven. 

4  When  sickness  pales  thy  cheek, 

And  dims  thy  lustrous  eye, 
And  pulses  low  and  weak, 

Tell  of  a  time  to  die; 
Sweet  hope  will  whisper  then, 

Though  thou  from  earth  be  riven, 
There's  bliss  beyond  the  ken, 

There's  rest  for  thee  in  heaven. 

338  xiir. 

THERE  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies, 
A  heaven  where  pleasure  never  dies; 
A  heaven  I  sometimes  hope  to  see, 
Yet  often  fear  'tis  not  for  me. 

But  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  friend,  oh,  hallelujah  ; 
Hallelujah,  Jesus,  Jesus  is  my  f  riend. 

2  The  way  is  difficult  and  straight, 
And  narrow  is  the  gospel  gate ; 
Ten  thousand  dangers  are  therein, 
Ten  thousand  snares  to  take  me  in. 

3  I  travel  through  a  world  of  foes, 
Through  conflicts  sore  my  spirit  goes ; 
The  tempter  cries,  I  ne'er  shall  stand, 
Nor  reach  fair  Canaan's  happy  land. 

4  Through  glimm'ring  hopes  and  gloomy  fears 
Dimly  the  heavenly  way  appears; 

But  in  this  way  methinks  I  see 
The  track  of  him  who  died  for  me. 

5  I  trace  the  footsteps  of  my  God, 
Who  on  the  cross  sustained  my  load; 


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333 


'Twas  on  that  dark  and  doleful  day, 
In  streaming  blood  he  passed  this  way. 

6  Come  life,  come  death,  come  then  what  will, 
His  footsteps  I  will  follow  still ; 

Through  dangers  thick  and  hell's  alarms, 
I  shall  be  safe  in  his  dear  arms. 

7  Then  oh,  my  soul,  arise  and  sing ; 
Behold  thy  Saviour,  Friend,  and  King ! 
With  pleasing  smiles  he  now  looks  down, 
And  cries,  "  Press  on,  and  take  the  crown." 

8  "  Prove  faithful  then  a  few  more  days, 
Fight  the  good  fight,  and  win  the  race,* 
And  then  thy  soul  with  me  shall  reign, 
Thy  kead  a  crown  of  glory  gain." 

9  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound ; 
Then  burst  the  tomb  with  sweet  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 


THERE  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus  on  that  de 
lightful  shore, 
And  shout  with  the  redeemed,  our  trials  being 
o'er ; 

The  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  the  weary 
are  at  rest, 

And  we  shall  reign  with  Jesus,  eternal  ages 
blest. 

2  We  shall  be  like  the  angels  in  that  immortal 
throng, 

And  shouting  his  salvation  will  be  our  lasting 


339 


P.M. 


song; 


334  KEVIVAI,  AND 

They  sing  creating  goodness,  and  we  redeem- 
ing love, 

And  this  shall  be  our  business  in  the  bright 
worlds  above. 

3  This  love  so  freely  flowing,  it  animates  our 

heart. 

This  love  is  still  abounding  in  every  place  and 
part; 

This  love  can  ne'er  be  ended,  though  faith  and 

hope  should  cease, 
This  love  can  ne'er  be  bounded,  but  ever  will 

increase. 

4  This  love  through  endless  ages,  it  ever  is  the 

same, 

'Tis  this  our  heart  engages  to  love  and  serve  the 
Lamb, 

Unites  us  all  together,  and  makes  us  of  one 
soul : 

It  is  the  balm  of  Gilead,  it  makes  the  wounded 
whole. 

340 

THERE  is  a  happy  land,  far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand,  bright,  bright 

as  day ; 

Oh !  how  they  sweetly  sing,  "  "Worthy  is  our 

Saviour  King;" 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring;  praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land,  come,  come  away; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand,  why  still  delay? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be,  when  from  sin  and 

sorrow  free ; 
Lord,  we  shall  live  for  thee,  blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright  in  that  happy  land  beams  every  eye, 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand,  love  cannot  die ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  335 


Oh,  then  to  glory  run;  be  a  crown  and  kingdom 
won, 

And  bright  above  the  sun,  we  reign  for  aye. 

341 

THROUGH  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour, 
All  will  be  well; 
Free  and  changeless  is  his  favor, 

All,  all  is  well. 
Precious  is  the  blood  that  healed  us; 
Perfect  is  the  grace  that  sealed  us, 
Strong  the  hand  stretched  out  to  shield  us, 
All  must  be  well. 

2  Though  we  pass  through  tribulation, 

All  will  be  well ; 
Ours  is  such  a  full  salvation, 

All,  all  is  well. 
Happy,  still  to  God  confiding, 
Fruitful,  if  in  Christ  abiding. 
Holy  through  the  Spirit's  guiding, 

All  must  be  well. 

3  "We  expect  a  bright  to-morrow, 

All  will  be  well  ; 
Faith  can  sing  through  days  of  sorrow, 

All,  all  is  well. 
On  our  Father's  love  relying, 
Jesus  every  need  supplying, 
Or  in  living  or  in  dying, 

All  must  be  well. 

342 

TO  Jordan's  banks  our  hosts  are  come, 
And  shout  to  view  their  long-sought  home. 

And  we're  passing  safely  over 
To  the  other  side  of  Jordan  ; 


336 


REVIVAL  AND 


And  ive're  passing  safely  over 
To  the  land  of  endless  rest. 


2  There  in  that  beauteous,  wealthy  land, 
Bright  streams  "  roll  down  their  golden  sand." 

3  There  trees  of  life,  forever  green, 
Along  the  river  banks  are  seen. 

4  There  "  never-withering  flowers"  appear, 
And  spring  and  autumn  rule  the  year. 

5  Those  lofty  hills — I  look  on  them, 
For  there  is  New  Jerusalem. 

6  Its  pearly  gates,  its  golden  streets, 
My  longing  heart  with  rapture  greets. 

7  The  God  of  glory  there  displays 
The  beamings  of  his  smiling  face. 

8  0  Zion  !  I  have  longed  to  be 
A  happy  citizen  of  thee. 

9  No  more  to  war,  no  more  to  roam, 
But  dwell  in  peace  and  joy  at  home. 


THE  gloomy  night  of  sadness 
Begins  to  flee  away; 
The  glowing  tinge  of  morning 

Proclaims  the  rising  day: 
The  welcome  day  of  promise, 

When  Christ  shall  claim  his  right, 
And  on  the  world  in  darkness 
Pour  forth  a  flood  of  light. 

2  Now  truth,  unveiled,  is  shining 
With  beams  of  sacred  light ; 
And  men,  emerged  from  darkness, 
Behold  the  glorious  sight ; 


343 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Their  glowing  hearts  in  rapture 
Are  filled  with  joy  divine; 

And  clad  in  borrowed  lustre, 
To  Jesus*  praise  they  shine. 

3  Let  us  begin  the  anthems, 

And  join  the  choir  above; 
Exalt  our  great  Eedeemer, 

And  praise  the  God  we  love: 
All  honor,  praise,  and  glory, 

Salvation  to  our  God  ; 
Hosanna  to  the  Saviour, 

Who  washed  us  in  his  blood. 

4  The  courts  of  heaven  are  ringing 

With  songs  of  highest  strains, 
And  ceaseless  praise  is  rolling 

Along  the  flowery  plains : 
Oh  !  could  we  rise  triumphant, 

And  join  with  those  above, 
To  shout  and  sing  forever 

The  Saviour's  dying  love. 


THEEE  is  a  beautiful  world 
Where  saints  and  angels  sing, 
A  world  where  peace  and  pleasure  reigns, 
And  heavenly  praises  ring. 

We'll  be  there,  we'll  be  there  ; 

Palms  of  victWy,  crowns  of  glory, 
We  shall  wear 

In  that  beautiful  world  on  high, 

2  There  is  a  beautiful  world, 
Unseen  to  mortal  sight ; 
And  darkness  never  enters  there : 
That  home  is  fair  and  bright. 


344 


22 


338  REVIVAL  AND 

3  There  is  a  beautiful  world 
Of  harmony  and  love ; 
Oh,  may  we  safely  enter  there, 
And  dwell  with  God  above. 

345  &  its. 

WE'KE  bound  for  the  land  of  the  pure  and 
the  holy, 

The  home  of  the  happy — the  kingdom  of  love; 
Ye  wanderers  from  God  in  the  broad  road  of 
folly, 

Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 
Will  you  go  ?  will  you  go  ? 
Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

2  In  that  blessed  land  neither  sighing  nor  anguish 

Can  breathe  in  the  fields  where  the  glorified 
rove ; 

Ye  heart-burdened  ones  who  in  misery  lan- 
guish, 

Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

3  Nor  fraud,  nor  deceit,  nor  the  hand  of  op- 

pression, 

Can  injure  the  dwellers  in  that  holy  grove; 
No  wickedness  there  —  not  a  shade  of  trans- 
gression, 

Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

4  No  poverty  there; — no,  the  saints  are  all 

wealthy, — 

The  heirs  of  his  glory  whose  nature  is  love; 
Nor  sickness  can  reach  them — that  country  is 
healthy ; 

Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ? 

5  Each  saint  has  a  mansion  prepared  and  all 

furnished, 

Ere  from  this  clay  house  he  is  summoned  to 
move ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  339 


Its  gates  and  its  towers  with  glory  are  bur- 
nished ; 

Oh,  say,  will  you  go  to  the  Eden  above  ?  * 

6  March  on,  happy  pilgrims,  that  land  is  before 

you, 

And  soon  its  ten  thousand  delights  we  shall 
prove  ; 

Yes,  soon  we  shall  walk  o'er  the  hills  of  bright 
glo^y, 

And  drink  the  pure  joys  of  the  Eden  above. 

7  And  yet,  guilty  sinner,  we  would  not  forsake 

thee, 

We  halt  yet  a  moment,  as  onward  we  move; 
Oh !  come  to  thy  Lord — in  his  arms  he  will 
take  thee, 

And  bear  thee  along  to  the  Eden  above. 

8  Methinks  thou  art  now  in  thy  wretchedness 

saying, 

Oh !  who  can  this  guilt  from  my  conscience 
remove  ? 

No  other  but  Jesus;  then  come  to  him  praying, 
Prepare  me,  0  Lord,  for  the  Eden  above. 

346  c.  m. 

WHAT  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay, 
To  hold  me  back  from  home, 
While  angels  beckon  me  away, 

And  Jesus  bids  me  come  ? 
Shall  I  regret  my  parted  friends, 

Still  in  the  vale  confined  ? 
Nay,  but  whene'er  my  soul  ascends, 
They  will  not  stay  behind. 

2  The  race  we  all  are  running  now  ; 
And  if  I  first  attain, 
They  too  their  willing  heads  shall  bow, 
They  too  the  prize  shall  gain ; 


340 


REVIVAL  A2sD 


2s  ow  on  the  brink  of  death  we  stand, 

And  if  I  pass  before, 
They  all  shall  soon  escape  to  land, 

And  hail  me  on  that  shore. 

3  Then  if  I  suddenly  remove 

That  hidden  life  to  share, 
I  shall  not  lose  my  frieDds  above, 

But  more  enjoy  them  there  : 
There  we  in  Jesus'  praise  shall  join, 

His  boundless  love  proclaim, 
And  solemnize  in  songs  divine 

The  marriage  of  the  Lamb. 

317  From ■  Golden  Chain.  "  8s  & 

[By  permission  of  W.  E.  Bradbury.] 

"YTTE  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing, 
VV    Homeward  bound  we  sweetly  glide; 
"We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

All  the  storms  will  soon  be  over, 
Ttien  we'll  anchor  in  the  harbor  ; 
We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing 
To  a  home  beyond  the  tide. 

2  Millions  now  are  safely  landed 

Over  on  the  golden  shore ; 
Millions  more  are  on  their  journey, 
Yet  there's  room  for  millions  more. 

3  You  have  kindred  over  yonder, 

On  that  bright  and  happy  shore; 
By  and  by  we'll  swell  the  number, 
"When  the  toils  of  life  are  o'er. 

4  Spread  your  sails,  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  waft  our  vessel  on; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  341 


All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing- 
Free  salvation  is  the  song. 

5  "When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 
We  will  shout — our  trials  o'er — 
We  will  walk  about  the  city, 
And  we'll  sing  for  evermore. 


WHEN  I  think  of  that  city  of  light, 
And  of  crowns  which  the  glorified  wear, 
And  of  garments  so  pure  and  so  white, 
Then  I  long,  oh,  I  long  to  be  there. 

Oh,  I  long  with  the  saints  in  light 
To  be  clothed  in  the  garments  so  white, 
And  in  songs  with  the  angels  unite, 
Singing  glory,  hallelujah,  to  the  Lamb. 

2  It  is  not  that  I'm  weary  of  pain, 

Or  impatient  in  trials  and  cares, 
For  I  know  that  to  die  would  be  gain, 
And  I  long,  oh,  I  long  to  be  there. 

3  To  that  city  my  Saviour  has  gone, 

A  rich  mansion  and  crowns  to  prepare, 
For  the  hosts  that  are  following  on, 
And  I  long,  oh,  I  long  to  be  there. 

4  When  I  read  of  the  saints  gathered  home, 

To  that  city  of  jewels  most  rare; 
I  with  joy  hail  the  message  to  "  come," 
For  I  long,  oh,  I  long  to  be  there. 


WHITHER,  pilgrims,  are  you  going, 
Each  one  on  his  way  ? 
We  are  on  our  heavenly  journey, 
All  of  us  to-day. 


348 


349 


342 


REVIVAL  AND 


Going,  going, 

To  our  heavenly  home; 
Singing,  singing, 

Singing  as  we  go. 

2  Fear  ye  not  the  way  so  lonely, 

You  a  feeble  band  ? 
No,  for  friends  unseen  are  near  us, 
Angels  round  us  stand. 

3  Tell  me,  pilgrims,  what  you  hope  for 

In  that  better  land  ? 
Spotless  robes  and  crowns  of  glory 
From  our  Saviour's  hand. 

4  Will  vou  let  me  journey  with  you 

To  that  better  land  ? 
Come  along,  we  bid  you  welcome 
To  our  happy  band. 

350 

WE  are  going,  going,  going, 
To  aland  of  light; 
"Where  are  flowing,  flowing,  flowing, 
Waters  pure  and  bright. 

Going,  going, 

To  our  heavenly  home; 
Singing,  singing, 

Singing  as  vje  go. 

2  We  are  singing,  singing,  singing, 

As  we  pass  along ; 
Hear  the  ringing,  ringing,  ringing, 
Of  triumphant  song. 

3  Jesus,  Saviour,  leave  us  never, 

May  we  faithful  prove  ; 
Then  at  home  with  thee  forever, 
Gathered  be  above. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  343 


DEATH,  JUDGMENT  AND  RESURRECTION. 

351 

COME,  ghastly  death,  and  lay  me  low, 
For  I  long  to  see  that  day  ; 
I  tremble  not  to  meet  thy  blow, 
For  I  long  to  see  that  day. 

Crying  victory  !  victory  ! 

Victory  over  death  ! 
Crying  victory  !  victory  ! 

I  long  to  see  that  day, 

2  My  Saviour's  hand  hath  drawn  thy  sting, 
When  I  shall  vict'ry,  vict'ry  sing ! 

3  The  grave  to  me  more  pleasant  seems, 
Than  downy  beds  to  weary  limbs. 

4  I  there  shall  lay  me  down  to  sleep, 
And  Christ  my  dust  shall  safely  keep. 

5  But  oh  !  a  brighter  day  shall  rise, 

Shall  blaze  o'er  earth,  and  sea,  and  skies. 

6  That  last  great  day  of  doom  and  dread, 
For  which  all  other  days  were  made. 

7  Then  Christ  shall  come,  and  I  shall  fly, 
In  triumph  to  his  throne  on  high. 

8  His  powerful  voice  shall  rend  my  tomb, 
And  starting  I  shall  quit  its  gloom. 

9  Then  shall  I  join  the  ransomed  throng, 
And  vict'ry  still  shall  be  my  song. 

10  The  long  white  robe  we  all  shall  wear, 
And  palms  of  vict'ry  each  shall  bear. 

11  With  harps  in  hand  the  host  shall  move 
Up  to  Jerusalem  above. 

12  Her  pearly  gates  shall  then  unfold, 
When  we  shall  walk  her  streets  of  gold. 


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13  These  eves  at  length  shall  weep  no  more, 
All  sufferings  past,  all  sorrows  o'er. 

14  The  throne  of  light  we  then  shall  see, 
And  shout  eternal  victory. 


WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest, 
That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair, 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

2  We  speak  of  its  pathways  of  gold, 

Its  walls  decked  with  jewels  so  rare, 
Its  wonders  and  pleasures  untold — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

3  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin, 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care; 
From  trials  without  and  within — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

4  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ? 

5  Do  thou,  Lord,  'midst  pleasure  or  wo, 

For  heaven  our  spirits  prepare, 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know, 
Shall  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there. 


DAY  of  Judgment,  day  of  wonders ! 
Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  ten  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ! 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 


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2  See  the  Judge  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine! 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing, 

Then  shall  say,  "This  God  is  mine/' 

Gracious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  on  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee : 

Careless  sinner, 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Horrors  past  imagination 

Will  surprise  your  trembling  heart, 
When  you  hear  your  condemnation, 
"  Hence,  accursed  wretch,  depart ! 

Thou  with  Satan 
And  his  angels  have  thy  part  V 

5  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 

Saved  and  served  your  Lord  below, 
He  will  say,  "Come  in,  ye  blessed, 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  in  glory  know." 

6  Under  sorrows  and  reproaches 

Let  this  thought  our  courage  raise  j 
Swiftly  God's  great  day  approaches, 
Sighs  shall  then  be  turned  to  praise : 

May  we  triumph 
When  this  world  is  in  a  blaze. 

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GONE,  gone  from  earth's  wearisome  trials  and 
wo ; 

The  contest  is  over  at  length ; 
We  selfishly  sought  to  detain  her  below, 


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But  the  angels  excelled  us  in  strength,— 
Excelled  us  poor  mortals  in  strength. 

2  Commissioned  to  bear  from  our  bosoms  away 

The  prize  of  our  heart's  fondest  love, 
They  left  in  our  grasp  but  the  vesture  of  clay, 
And  lodged  the  pure  spirit  above ; 
They  lodged  it  with  Jesus  above. 

3  By  prayer  unremitting  we  struggled  full  long 

The  cohorts  of  mercy  to  foil; 
Till,  tuning  their  harps  to  the  voice  of  sweet 

song, 

They  vanquished,  and  bore  off  the  spoil; 
Triumphantly  bore  off  the  spoil. 

4  What  marvel  the  spirit  accustomed  to  sighs, 

Allured  by  soft  melody's  tone, 
Should  plume  her  white  pinions,  and  mount  to 
the  skies, 
Where  sighing  is  nevermore  known; 
Is  never — can  never  be  known  ? 

5  Ah !  wherefore  the  pious,  the  pure  and  the  true, 

Thus  snatched  from  our  sin-flooded  shore, 
Where  saints,  greatly  needed,  are  feeble  and 
few, 

And  sinners  in  number  are  more; 
Where  sinners  are  stronger  and  more  ? 

6  Be  silent  the  cavil  that  whispers  within : 

Death  comes  as  the  mandate  of  love, 
Eemoving  the  pious  from  suffering  and  sin, 
Because  they  are  needed  above ; 
More  needed  for  angels  above. 

7  They  need  them  to  strengthen  the  minist'ring 

throng, 

To  whom  the  sweet  office  is  given 
To  visit  us  wand'rers  with  harp  and  with  song, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 

And  win  our  affections  to  heaven ; 
Our  friends — our  affections  to  heaven. 

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HAIL !  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow, 
Learn  with  me  your  certain  doom; 
Learn  with  me  your  fate  to-morrow ; 

Dead,  perhaps  laid  in  the  tomb. 
See  all  nature  fading,  dying, 

Silent  all  things  seem  to  mourn, 
Life  from  vegetation  flying, 

Calls  to  mind  the  mouldering  urn. 

2  Lo !  in  yonder  forest  standing 

Lofty  cedars,  how  they  nod ! 
Scenes  of  nature,  how  surprising! 

Read  in  nature  nature's  God : 
While  the  annual  frosts  are  cropping 

Leaves  and  tendrils  from  the  trees, 
So  our  friends  are  yearly  dropping, 

We  are  like  to  one  of  these. 

3  Hollow  winds  about  me  roaring, 

Noisy  waters  round  me  rise, 
While  I  sit  my  fate  deploring, 

Tears  fast  streaming  from  my  eyes : 
What  to  me  is  autumn's  treasure, 

Since  1  know  no  earthly  joy ; 
Long  I've  lost  all  youthful  pleasure, 

Time  will  health  and  youth  destroy. 

4  Former  friends,  how  oft  I've  sought  them 

Just  to  cheer  a  troubled  mind, 
Now  they're  gone,  like  leaves  of  autumn, 

Driven  before  the  dreary  wind: 
When  a  few  more  days  are  wasted, 

And  a  few  more  scenes  are  o'er, 
When  a  few  more  griefs  I've  tasted, 

I  shall  fall  to  rise  no  more. 


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5  Fast  my  sun  of  life's  declining, 

Soon  'twill  set  in  endless  night, 
But  my  hopes,  pure  and  reviving, 

Kise  to  fairer  worlds  of  light. 
Cease  this  trembling,  mourning,  sighing, 

Death  shall  burst  this  sullen  gloom, 
Then,  my  spirit,  fluttering,  flying, 

Shall  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 

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HAPPY  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay ; 
Happy  the  soul  that  goes  bounding  away; 
Singing,  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 
Victory  !  victory !  homeward  I  rise. 

2  Many  the  toils  it  has  passed  through  below, 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  wo ; 

Many  the  doubtings  it  never  should  sing 
Victory !  victory !  thus  on  the  wing. 

3  There  lies  the  wearisome  body  at  rest ; 
Closed  are  its  eyelids,  and  quiet  its  breast; 
But  the  glad  spirit,  on  pinions  of  light, 
Victory!  victory!  sings  in  its  flight. 

4  While  we  are  weeping  our  friends  gone  from 

earth, 

Angels  are  singing  their  heavenly  birth: 
Welcome,  oh  welcome  to  our  happy  shore ; 
Victory !  victory !  weep  ye  no  more. 

5  How  can  we  wish  them  recalled  from  their 

home, 

Longer  in  sorrowing  exile  to  roam  ? 

Safely  they  passed  from  their  troubles  beneath, 

Victory!  victory!  shouting  in  death. 

6  Thus  let  them  slumber,  till  Christ  from  the 

skies, 

Bids  them  in  glorified  bodies  arise ; 


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Singing,  as  upward  they  spring  from  the  tomb, 
Victory !  victory !  Jesus  hath  come  ! 

357  c.  m. 

HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 
For  all  the  pious  dead : 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  name, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

358  p.  m. 

HASTE,  haste,  the  clouds  arise; 
Stay  not  in  danger's  path  ; 
They  gather  up  the  frowning  skies 

Like  messengers  of  wrath. 
Behold  the  ark  of  safety  near, 
Be  warned  of  God,  be  moved  by  fear. 

2  See  how  the  lightnings  leap, 

Exulting  thunders  shout, 
Rebellious  man  from  earth  to  sweep, 

The  foes  of  God  to  rout : 
The  door  of  mercy  yet  is  wide, 
Go,  sinner,  in  the  ark  abide. 

3  Behold  the  darkening  gloom, 

The  skies  send  out  a  sound, 
Unthinking  man,  the  signs  of  doom 

Are  gathering  thick  around; 
Go,  seek  for  safety  while  you  may, 
The  ark  is  waiting — come  away. 


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4  Already  streams  descend 

Of  condemnation  dread; 
Oh  !  who  will  thee  from  wrath  defend  ? 

Who  screen  thy  guilty  head  ? 
The  ark,  the  ark  alone  can  save 
Poor  sinking  souls  from  death's  dark  wave. 

5  Haste,  haste  to  seek  its  door, 

The  storm  is  coining  fast; 
To-day  a  refuge  there  secure : 

To-day  may  be  the  last; 
Brave  not  the  fury  of  the  flood, 
But  rest  thee  in  the  ark  of  God. 

6  That  ark  will  bear  thee  up, 

O'er  sin  and  danger's  sea, 
And  land  at  last  on  Zion's  top, 

Where  dangers  cease  to  be : 
Come  in,  bewildered  soul,  come  in ; 
Be  safe  from  fear,  and  cease  to  sin. 

7  Here  rest  thee,  weary  soul — 

Let  torrents  from  the  skies 
Adown  the  sinking  mountains  roll, 

Let  oceans  foaming  rise  : 
The  ark,  the  ark  will  pass  them  o'er, 
And  land  thee  safe  on  Canaan's  shore. 

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IF  I,  "in  thy  likeness,"  0  Lord,  may  awake, 
And  shine  a  pure  image  of  thee, 
Then  "  I  shall  be  satisfied"  when  I  can  break 

These  fetters  of  flesh,  and  be  free. 
I  know  this  stained  table  must  first  be  washed 
white, 

To  let  thy  bright  features  be  drawn; 
I  know  I  must  suffer  the  darkness  of  night, 
To  welcome  the  rising  of  morn. 


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2  Then  "I  shall  be  satisfied"  when  I  can  cast 

These  shadows  of  nature  all  by  j 
When  this  cold  dreary  world  from  my  vision 
shall  pass, 
And  let  my  soul  open  her  eye; 
I  gladly  shall  see  the  bless'd  morn  drawing 
near, 

When  time's  dreary  fancies  shall  fade, 
If  then,  "  in  thy  likeness,"  I  may  but  appear, 
And  rise  in  thy  beauty  arrayed. 

3  To  see  thee  in  glory,  0  Lord,  as  thou  art, 

From  this  mortal  and  perishing  clay, 
The  spirit,  immortal,  in  peace  would  depart, 

And  joyous,  mount  up  her  high  way ; 
When  on  thine  own  image  in  me  thou  hast 
smiled, 

Within  thy  bless'd  mansions;  and  when 
The  arms  of  my  Father  encircle  his  child, 
Oh,  "I  shall  be  satisfied"  then. 

360  8,7,4. 

LO  !  he  cometh  !  countless  trumpets 
Blow,  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead  ; 
'Midst  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels 
See  their  great  exalted  Head. 
Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Son  of  God. 

2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers, 

Through  the  eternal  deep  resounds, 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints  ; 

Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds : 
They  who  pierced  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear : 


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Truth  and  justice  go  before  him, 
Now  the  joyful  sentence  hear. 
Hallelujah ! 
"Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

4  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows, 

Endless  praise  be  your  employ ." 
Hallelujah ! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 

5  Now  at  once  they  rise  to  glory, 

Jesus  brings  -them  to  the  King. 
There,  with  all  the  hosts  of  heaven, 

They  eternal  anthems  sing. 
Hallelujah ! 
Boundless  glory  to  the  Lamb. 

361  a  m. 

MY  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll, 
Damnation  and  the  dead  ! 
"What  horrors  seize  the  guilty  soul 

Upon  a  dying  bed ! 
Lingering  about  these  mortal  shores, 

She  makes  a  long  delay ; 
Till,  like  a  flood,  with  rapid  force, 
Death  sweeps  the  wretch  away. 

2  Then  swift  and  dreadful  she  descends 

Down  to  the  fiery  coast, 
Among  abominable  fiends, 

Herself  a  frighted  ghost. 
There  endless  crowds  of  sinners  lie, 

And  darkness  makes  their  chains ; 
Tortured  with  keen  despair,  they  cry, 

Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains. 

3  Not  all  their  anguish  and  their  blood, 

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Nor  the  compassion  of  a  God 

Shall  hearken  to  their  groans 
Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath, 

Nor  bid  my  soul  remove, 
Till  I  had  learned  my  Saviour's  death, 

And  well  insured  his  love. 

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OTHEEE  will   be   mourning,  mourning, 
mourning,  mourning ! 
0  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  judgment-seat 
of  Christ. 

Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Will  part  to  meet  no  more, 

2  0  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Wives  and  husbands  there  will  part,  &c. 

3  0  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Brothers  and  sisters  there  will  part,  &c. 

4  0  there  will  be  mourning,  &o. 

Friends  and  neighbors  there  will  part,  &c. 

5  0  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Pastors  and  people  there  will  part,  &c. 

6  0  there  will  be  mourning,  &c. 

Devils  and  sinners  there  will  meet,  Sc. 

7  0  there  will  be  shouting,  shouting,  shouting, 

shouting ! 

0  there  will  be  shouting  at  the  judgment-seat 
of  Christ. 

Saints  and  angels  there  will  meet,  &c. 
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RIVEB,  of  death,  thy  stream  I  see, 
Between  the  bright  city  of  rest  and  me; 
Fearless  thy  sable  surge  I'll  brave, 
For  sweet  is  the  prospect  o'er  thy  wave. 

Waft  me,  0  waft  me  safely  o'er, 

And  land  me,  dear  Saviour,  on  Canaan* s  shore. 

2  Why  should  I  fear  to  stem  thy  tide, 

With  him  who  has  loved  me,  as  guard  and 
guide? 

Wisdom  and  power  control  thy  flood, 
While  faith  says  my  passage  was  paid  with 
blood. 

3  What  is  it  gilds  thy  darksome  foam? 

'Tis  light  shining  forth  from  my  happy  home, 
Music  that  thrills  my  soul  to  hear, 
Seems  floating  me  o'er  thy  surface  drear. 

4  Help  me !  I  feel  the  waters  rise, 

Yet  visions  of  glory  still  glad  my  eyes; 
Saviour,  I  come;  I  soon  shall  be 
Among  the  bless'd  purchase  of  Calvary. 

364  I'M. 

SEE  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 
Seated  on  his  Father's  throne ; 
Now,  poor  sinner,  Christ  will  show  thee 
That  he's  with  the  Father  one: 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  sinner  now  lamenting, 
At  the  sight  of  fiercer  pain  : 
Cries  and  tears  he  now  is  venting, 


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But  he  weeps  and  cries  in  vain : 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again. 

3  Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love: 
0  that  I  had  sought  his  favor 
When  I  felt  the  Spirit  move ! 

Doomed  I'm  justly, 
For  I  have  against  him  strove. 

4  All  his  wooing  I  have  slighted, 

While  he  daily  sought  my  soul  ; 
If  my  vows  to  him  I  plighted, 
Yet  for  sin  I  broke  them  all : 

Golden  moments, 
How  neglected  did  they  roll! 

5  There  I  see  my  godly  neighbors, 

Who  were  once  despised  by  me, 
Now  they're  clad  in  dazzling  splendor, 
Waiting  my  sad  fate  to  see; 

Farewell,  neighbors — 
Dismal  gulf,  I'm  bound  for  thee. 

6  Hail !  ye  ghosts  that  dwell  in  darkness, 

Groaning,  rattling  of  your  chains! 
Christ  has  now  announced  my  sentence, 
I'm  to  dwell  in  endless  pains; 

Down  I'm  rolling, 
Never  to  return  again. 

7  Now  experience  vainly  shows  me, 

Hell  is  not  a  fabled  thing, 
Now  I  see  my  friends  in  glory, 
Round  the  throne  they  ever  sing. 

I'm  tormented 
With  an  everlasting  sting. 


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365 

SOON  we  shall  see  the  glorious  morning; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise; 
Sinners,  attend  the  notes  of  warning; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise : 
The  resurrection  day  draws  near, 
The  King  of  saints  shall  soon  appear, 
And  high  unfurl  his  banners  here; 
Saints  arise,  saints  arise. 

2  Hear  ye  the  trump  of  God  resounding; 

Saints  arise,  saints  arise; 
Through  death's  dark  vaults  its  notes  rebound- 
ing; 

Saints  arise,  saints  arise; 
To  meet  the  bridegroom,  haste  prepare; 
Put  on  your  bridal  garments  fair, 
And  hail  your  Saviour  in  the  air; 

Saints  arise,  saints  arise. 

3  The  saints  who  sleep  with  joy  awaken, 

All  arise,  all  arise : 
Their  clay  cold  beds  are  quick  forsaken  ; 

All  arise,  all  arise  : 
Not  one,  of  all  the  faithful  few, 
Who  here  on  earth  the  Saviour  knew, 
But  starts,  with  bliss,  his  Lord  to  view: 

All  arise,  all  arise. 

i  Pursue  them  on  their  pathway  glorious ; 
All  arise,  all  arise  ; 
Led  by  their  King,  o'er  death  victorious; 
All  arise,  all  arise  ; 
On  Zion's  hill  secure  they  stand, 
With  palms  of  victory  in  their  hand; 
To  that  long-sought  and  peaceful  land, 
All  arise,  all  arise. 


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5  Fast  by  the  throne  of  God,  behold  them  j 
Blissful  scene,  blissful  scene; 
And  in  his  arms  the  Saviour  folds  them, 
Blissful  scene,  blissful  scene ; 
With  wreaths  of  glory  round  their  head, 
No  tears  of  sorrow  now  are  shed, 
To  joy's  full  fountain  all  are  led; 
All  is  bliss,  all  is  bliss. 


SEE  the  shadows  thickly  stealing 
O'er  the  sunny  brow  of  day ! 
Hark !  the  bell's  deep  solemn  pealing 
In  the  air  has  died  away ! 

Come,  ere  sleep  unnerve  our  vigor, 
Let  us  for  protection  pray ! 

2  From  the  robber,  from  the  madness 

Of  the  all -devouring  fire, 
From  a  troubled  spirit's  sadness, 
From  the  plague's  unpi tying  ire, 

Save  us,  Lord  !  Good  Lord,  deliver ! 
Thou  whose  mercies  never  tire ! 

3  Jesus!  Saviour!  lowly  bending 

At  the  footstool  of  thy  might, 
Let  thy  love,  our  darkness  ending, 
Robe  us  in  thy  garb  of  light ! 

Guide  us  here,  and  then  forever, 
Place  us  on  thy  glory's  height. 


tt  rpHOU  must  go  with  me,"  said  the  terror- 


To  a  pale  young  man  in  the  blooming  spring; 
"  I  must  quench  the  light  in  thy  brilliant  eye, 
And  drain  life's  fountains  of  crimson  dry." 


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2  *  Is  this  death  ?  is  this  death  ?"  the  young  hero 

replied, 

"With  thy  weapons  of  fear,  and  thine  accents 
of  pride  ? 

Thou  hast  met  me,  indeed,  at  an  early  hour, 
But  I  tremble  not  now  as  I  face  thy  power ! 

3  "Ah  !  knowest  thou  not  when  my  Master  died, 
Thy  sting  was  lost  in  his  wounded  side; 

And  thy  gates  of  steel  and  thy  bars  of  brass 
Gave  way  that  the  King  of  glory  might  pass  ? 

4  "As  the  friend  of  him  in  his  power  complete, 
The  foe  which  he  foiled  I  can  fearlessly  meet; 
Thou  may'st  rob  what  I  prize,  and  to  flames 

may'st  fling, 
But  more  that  I  prize  from  the  ashes  shall 
spring. 

5  "Though  dear  be  the  friends  that  my  death 

may  bereave, 
Far  better  the  circle  I  join  than  I  leave; 
Its  numbers  like  drops  in  the  ocean's  abyss, 
And  such  love  in  that  world,  as  we  know  not  in 

this  ! 

6  "  When  God  hath  more  work  for  his  servant  in 

heaven 

Than  he  has  on  the  earth,  let  the  summons  be 
given ; 

I  will  go ;  and  my  joy,  but  a  fountain  before, 
Shall  spread  like  a  sea  without  sounding  or 
shore." 

368  RM. 

THE  Lord  shall  come  !  the  earth  shall  quake! 
The  mountains  to  their  centre  shake ! 
And,  withering  from  the  vault  of  night, 
The  stars  shed  pale  their  feeble  light. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


2  The  Lord  shall  come  !  but  not  the  same 
As  once  in  lowliness  he  came ; 

A  silent  Lamb  before  his  foes, 
A  weary  man,  and  full  of  woes. 

3  The  Lord  shall  come,  a  dreadful  form ! 
With  rainbow  wreath  and  robes  of  storm! 
On  cherub-wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Appointed  Judge  of  all  mankind. 

4  Can  this  be  he,  who  wont  to  stray- 
As  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highway, 
Oppressed  by  power,  and  mocked  by  pride, 
The  Nazarene — the  crucified  ? 


5  While  sinners  in  despair  shall  call, 

"  Rocks,  hide  us ;  mountains,  on  us  fall !" 
The  saints,  ascending  from  the  tomb, 
Shall  joyful  sing,  "The  Lord  is  come!" 

369  xjit. 

THERE  comes  a  day,  a  fearful  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  shall  flee  awa? 
When,  flaming  on  his  great  white  throne, 
Naught  shall  be  seen  but  God  alone : 
The  myriad  crowds  from  every  clime, 
Shall  gaze  upon  that  throne  sublime ; 
The  great  and  small,  the  quick  and  dead, 
Shall  shout  for  joy,  or  quake  with  dread. 


2  Oh !  how  shall  I,  a  sinner  born, 
Lift  up  my  head  on  that  dread  morn, 
When  glory,  brightening  to  excess, 
Proclaims  the  God  of  holiness? 
The  triune  God,  the  lofty  Lord, 
Who,  by  his  own  omnific  word, 
Made  thousand  thousand  worlds  to  be; 
He  speaks  again ;  and  lo  !  they  flee. 


360 


BEVIVAL  AND 


3  J^hen  orbs  on  orbs  affrighted  fly, 
In  lawless  terror  through  the  sky ; 
"When  thrones  and  powers  celestial  fall, 
Before  the  glorious  All  in  All  ; 

Oh  !  how  shall  I,  of  baser  birth, 
A  sinful  man,  a  worm  of  earth, 
Presume  to  meet  the  burning  gaze, 
That  wraps  the  heavens  in  sheets  of  blaze  ? 

4  Father  Eternal !  God  of  love  ! 

Look  down  from  mercy's  seat  above ; 
Through  Jesus  now  be  reconciled 
To  me,  a  wayward,  wandering  child : 
Be  thou,  0  Christ,  my  stay,  my  trust, 
And  when  I  moulder  into  dust, 
And  when  I  rise  from  dust  again, 
Be  mine,  my  God — amen — amen. 

370 

WHAT'S  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my 
frame  ? 
Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
That  soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vital 
flame  ; 
Is  it  death  ?  is  it  death  ? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  every  pain  and  sorrow  free, 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see — 
All  is  well — all  is  well. 


2  Weep  not,  my  friends,  my  friends,  weep  not  for 
me, 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  pardoned,  I  am  free, 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 
There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes. 


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I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies.  ^ 
All  is  well — all  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  your  harps,  ye  saints  in 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 
I  will  rehearse,  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come ; 
They're  round  my  bed — they're  in  my  room : 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 

4  Hark !  hark !  my  Lord,  my  Lord  and  Master 

calls  me, 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 
I  soon  shall  see,  shall  see  his  face  in  glory, 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 
Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view. 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 

5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail,  all  hail  ye  blood- washed 

throng, 

Saved  by  grace — saved  by  grace. 
I  come  to  join,  to  join  your  rapturous  song, 

Saved  by  grace — saved  by  grace. 
All,  all  is  peace,  and  joy  divine, 
And  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine, 
All  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

All  is  well — all  is  well. 

371  cm. 

WHEN"  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away, 
By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay; 
Which  pity  must  demand. 


362 


REVIVAL  AND 


2^11116  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 
0  may  this  truth — impress'd 
With  awful  power — I  too  must  die ! 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  Let  this  vain  world  engage  no  more : 

Behold  the  gaping  tomb ! 
It  bids  us  seize  the  present  hour, 
To-morrow  death  may  come. 

4  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene, 

May  every  heart  obey  : 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

5  0  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 

6  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  grace  impart, 

With  cleansing,  healing  power ; 
This  only  can  prepare  the  heart 
For  death's  all  solemn  hour. 

372 

TTTHEN"  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 
VV   Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing ; 
'Tis  the  fettered  soul's  releasing,* 

Weep  not  for  me. 

2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 
Weep  not  for  me. 
Christ  is  mine — he  cannot  fail  me, 
Weep  not  for  me. 


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363 


Yes,  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor, 
From  his  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength  forever  ! 


Weep  not  for  me. 


373 


JP.  M. 


"HY  shrinks  my  weak  nature  ?  ah !  what 


can  it  mean  ? 
Why  flutters  my  heart,  which  till  now  was 

serene  ? 

Why  lingering  and  trembling,  while  glory's  so 
near? 

Or  whence  the  enchantment  that  fetters  me 
here  ? 

2  Thou  world  of  illusions,  forever  adieu  ! 

Your  phantoms  unhallowed  recede  from  my 
view ; 

New  worlds  and  new  wonders  my  passions 
invite, 

And  glories  ineffable  dawn  on  my  sight. 

3  Hail,  visions  celestial,  and  thou  divine  Source 
Of  life,  hope,  and  glory;  if  e'er  in  my  course, 
Thy  grace  hath  renewed  and  made  perfect  my 

heart, 

Now  let  me  in  peace  and  in  triumph  depart. 

4  'Tis  done;  lo,  they  come!  bright  celestials 

descend ; 

Saints',  angels,  and  seraphs,  their  symphonies 
lend : 

The  spheres  are  all  vocal,  the  raptures  draw 
near, 

Impartial  vibrations  resound  in  my  ear. 

5  Cease !  cease  then,  fond  nature !  0  cease  then 

thy  strife ! 

And  let  me  now  languish  and  die  into  life : 


364 


EEVIVAL  AND 


Bless'd  powers,  receive  me;  I  mount  on  your 

wing ; 

0  grave,  where's  thy  victory  ?  0  death,  where's 
thy  sting  ? 

374  p.m. 

WHAT  sound  is  this  salutes  mine  ear? 
Methinks  'tis  JubaFs  trump  I  hear, 
Long  looked  for  now  has  come  ; 
It  shakes  the  heavens,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
Proclaims  the  year  of  jubilee, 
Return,  ye  exiles,  home. 

2  Behold  the  new  Jerusalem, 
Illuminated  by  the  Lamb, 

In  glory  doth  appear  ; 
Fair  Zion  rising  from  the  tomb, 
To  meet  the  bridegroom  now  he's  come, 

And  hail  the  jubilee  year. 

3  King  Jesus  takes  her  to  his  arms — 
Transported  with  his  glorious  charms, 

She  thus  begins  to  sing; 
From  tears,  and  sighs,  and  groans,  and  pains, 
She  soars  where  joy  immortal  reigns, 

To  view  the  rosy  spring. 

4  As  larks  and  linnets  sweetly  sing, 
While  hills  and  valleys  round  them  ring, 

'Scaped  from  the  fowler's  snare, 
One  thousand  years  she  here  shall  dwell, 
While  Satan  is  chained  down  in  hell, 

Which  ends  the  jubilee  year. 

5  The  dragon  is  let  loose  once  more, 
And  round  the  earth  his  trumpets  roar, 

He's  now  for  war  again ; 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


But  he  that  sits  upon  the  throne 
Drives  Satan  and  his  legions  down 
Into  the  fiery  main. 

6  The  seventh  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 

A  great  white  throne  shall  then  appear, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round  : 
An  angel  turns  the  moon  to  blood, 
Puts  out  the  sun,  consumes  the  flood, 

And  burns  the  solid  ground. 

7  Arise,  ye  nations,  and  come  forth, 
From  east  and  west  and  north  and  south, 

Behold,  the  Judge  is  come ; 
What  horror  fills  the  guilty  breast, 
Compelled  to  stand  the  solemn  test, 

And  hear  the  awful  doom. 

8  Depart,  ye  cursed,  down  to  hell, 
With  howling  fiends  forever  dwell, 

No  more  to  see  my  face  j 
My  glorious  gospel  you've  withstood, 
And  set  at  naught  my  precious  blood, 

And  scoffed  at  sovereign  grace. 

9  See  parents  and  their  children  part, 
Some  shout  for  joy,  some  bleed  in  heart, 

Never  to  meet  again  ; 
In  fiery  chariots  Zion  flies, 
And  quickly  gains  the  upper  skies 

On  Canaan's  happy  plain. 

375  p.  m. 

YONDER !  see  the  Lord  descending, 
Hark  !  his  chariot's  drawing  near; 
Starry  worlds  before  him  rending, 
Flaming  troops  do  now  appear — 


366 


REVIVAL  AND 


Heaven  shaking,  earth  a  quaking, 

Mountains  fly  before  his  face, 
The  dead  their  dusty  beds  forsaking, 

Nature  sinking  in  a  blaze. 

Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
Join  us,  Christians  !    Join  us,  Christians  \ 

Join  to  'praise  our  new-born  King. 

2  Now  behold  each  shining  conqueror, 

Rising  from  their  dusty  beds, 
Fly  to  meet  their  blessed  Saviour, 

Glittering  crowns  upon  their  heads ; 
Hear  them  tell  their  pleasing  story 

To  their  smiling,  lovely  King, 
Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 

Glory  is  the  song  they  sing. 

3  Once  an  infant  in  a  manger, 

There  the  Lord  of  glory  lay; 
No  place  to  lay  that  little  stranger 

But  upon  the  oxen's  hay ; 
Now  he's  crowned  with  a  rainbow 

Brighter  than  a  sardine  stone ; 
He  comes,  he  comes,  the  Christian  sees  him, 

Seated  on  his  great  white  throne. 

4  Jesus  saves  us  from  temptation, 

Sin  and  Satan,  death  and  hell, 
And  he  bought  our  great  salvation : 

Glory  to  Immanuel. 
Once  a  dying  on  a  mountain, 

There  his  precious  blood  did  run; 
Now  he's  brought  us  to  the  fountain, 

Springing  from  his  Father's  throne. 

Give  him  glory,  give  him  glory, 
Let  all  heaven  begin  to  sing, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  367 


Glory,  glory,  glory,  glory, 
Through  eternal  ages  ring. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

376  &  i2s. 

AWAY  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of  his 
youth, 

He  hasted,  the  herald  of  mercy  and  truth : 
For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and  to  seek  for  the 
lost  ; 

Soon,  alas !  was  his  fall — but  he  died  at  his 
post. 

2  The  stranger's  eye  wept,  that,  in  life's  brightest 

bloom, 

One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb; 
For  in  ardor  he  led  in  the  van  of  the  host, 
And  he  fell  like  a  soldier — he  died  at  his  post. 

3  He  wept  not  himself  that  his  warfare  was 

done ; — 

The  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won : 
But  he  whispered  of  those  whom  his  heart 

clung  to  most, 
"  Tell  my  brethren,  for  me,  that  I  died  at  my 

post." 

4  He  asked  not  a  stone  to  be  sculptured  with 

verse ; 

He  asked  not  that  fame  should  his  merits  re- 
hearse ; 

But  he  asked  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the 
ghost, 

That  his  brethren  jnight  know  that  he  died  at 
his  post. 


368 


KEVIVAL  AND 


5  Victorious  his  fall — for  lie  rose  as  he  fell, 
With  Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glory  to  dwell ; 

He  has  passed  o'er  the  stream,  and  has  reached 

the  bright  coast, 
For  he  fell  like  a  martyr — he  died  at  his  post. 

6  And  can  we  the  words  of  his  exit  forget? 
Oh,  no,  they  are  fresh  in  our  memory  yet; 
An  example  so  brilliant  shall  never  be  lost, 
We  will  fall  in  the  work — we  will  die  at  our 

post. 

377  jp.  M. 

AEISE  and  shine,  0  Zion  fair, 
Behold  thy  light  is  come; 
Thy  glorious  conquering  king  is  near, 

To  take  his  exiles  home : 
The  trumpet  sounding  through  the  sky, 

To  set  poor  sinners  free ; 
The  day  of  wonder  now  is  nigh ; 
The  year  of  jubilee. 

2  Ye  heralds,  blow  your  trumpets  loud, 

The  earth  must  know  her  doom; 
Go  spread  the  news  from  pole  to  pole, 

Behold,  the  Judge  is  come : 
Blow  out  the  sun  !  burn  up  the  earth ! 

Consume  the  rolling  flood  ! 
While  every  star  shall  disappear, 

Go  turn  the  moon  to  blood  ! 

3  Arise,  ye  nations  under  ground, 

Before  the  Judge  appear ; 
All  tongues  and  languages  shall  come, 

Their  final  doom  to  hear ! 
King  Jesus  on  his  dazzling  throne, 

Ten  thousand  angels  round, 
And  Gabriel  with  a  silver  trump, 

Echoes  the  awful  sound. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  369 

4  The  glorious  news  of  gospel  grace 

To  sinners  now  is  o'er; 
The  trump  in  Zion  now  is  still, 

And  to  be  heard  no  more ! 
The  watchmen  all  have  left  their  walls, 

And  with  their  flocks  above, 
On  Canaan's  peaceful  shore  they  sing, 

And  shout  redeeming  love. 

378  c.  m. 

TuneI — Should  old  acquaintance  be  forgot  f 

BY  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
£[ow  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 

Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 
And  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod, 
Whose  secret  heart  with  influence  sweet 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

2  By  cool  Si  loam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 

Must  shortly  fade  away  ; 
And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
May  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 

And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

3  0  thou,  whose  infancy  was  found 

With  heavenly  rays  to  shine, 
Whose  years,  with  changeless  virtue  crowned, 

Were  all  alike  divine  : 
Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone  ; 
In  childhood,  manhood,  and  in  death, 

To  keep  us  still  thy  own. 
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370 


REVIVAL  AND 


379 


12s  &  8s. 


WHEN  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer 
is  gone, 

And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er, 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more ; 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
blow, 

The  gospel  no  message  declare, 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailings 
of  wo! 

How  suffer  the  night  of  despair !  t 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of 

peace, 

To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above, 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fullness  of 


Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love  j 
Say,  0  sinner,  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure, 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure, 
Or  bear  the  impenitent' s  doom  ? 


BE  KIND  to  thy  father — for  when  thou  wert 
young, 

Who  loved  thee  so  fondly  as  he  ? 
He  caught  the  first  accents  that  fell  from  thy 

tongue, 

And  joined  in  thine  innocent  glee. 
Be  kind  to  thy  father — for  now  he  is  old, 

His  locks  intermingled  with  gray, 
His  footsteps  are  feeble,  once  fearless  and  bold, 

Thy  father  is  passing  away. 


bliss, 


380 


P.  M. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREE.  371 


2  Be  kind  to  thy  mother — for  lo !  on  her  brow 

May  traces  of  sorrow  be  seen ; 
Oh,  well  may'st  thou  cherish  and  comfort  her 
now; 

For  loving  and  kind  hath  she  been. 
Remember  thy  mother — for  thee  will  she  pray, 

As  long  as  God  giveth  her  breath — 
With  accents  of  kindness,  then,  cheer  her  lone 
way, 

E'en  to  the  dark  valley  of  death. 

3  Be  kind  to  thy  brother — his  heart  will  have 

dearth, 

If  the  smile  of  thy  joy  be  withdrawn; 
The  flowers  of  feeling  will  fade  at  their  birth, 

If  the  dew  of  affection  be  gone. 
Be  kind  to  thy  brother — wherever  you  are, 

The  love  of  a  brother  shall  be 
An  ornament  purer  and  richer  by  far 

Than  pearls  from  the  depth  of  the  sea. 

i  Be  kind  to  thy  sister — not  many  may  know 
The  depth  of  true  sisterly  love, 
The  wealth  of  the  ocean  lies  fathoms  below 

The  surface  that  sparkles  above. 
Thy  kindness  shall  bring  to  thee  many  sweet 
hours, 

And  blessings  thy  pathway  to  crown, 
Affection  shall  weave  thee  a  garland  of  flowers 
More  precious  than  wealth  or  renown. 

381  Ss  &  6s. 

CAMP  meetings  with  success  are  crowned, 
The  wilderness  and  barren  ground 
Now  blossoms  as  the  rose ; 
The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume, 
The  rising  lilies  kindly  bloom, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  grows. 


372 


KEVIYAL  AND 


2  The  num'rous  praying,  preaching  host, 
Baptized  with  the  Holy  Ghost, 

The  heavenly  standard  raise ; 
They  preach,  and  pray,  and  sweetly  sing, 
And  hills,  and  fields,  and  valleys  ring 

With  the  Creator's  praise. 

3  Now  sinners  turning  to  the  Lord, 
And  falling  down  beneath  the  word, 

For  mercy  loudly  cry ; 
But  when  they  taste  his  pard'ning  love, 
And  feel  the  witness  from  above, 

They  rise  and  shout  for  joy. 

4  To  him  who  does  our  hearts  inspire, 
Baptizes  all  our  souls  with  fire, 

And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven — 
To  Christ  the  Lord,  who  reigns  on  high, 
Who  rules  the  ocean,  earth,  and  sky, 

Be  endless  praises  given. 

382 

COME,  tell  of  your  vessel,  and  what  is  her 
name? 

Oh!  happy  Christian  sailors! 
Say,  who  is  your  captain,  and  what  is  his  fame? 
Oh  !  happy  Christian  sailors  ! 

She's  the  "  Old  ship  of  Zion" 
Hallelujah  ! 
And  her  captain's  Judah's  Lion, 
Hallelujah  ! 

2  Say,  who  are  on  board,  and  from  whence  do 
they  come  ? 

Oh  !  tell  me,  happy  sailors  ! 
And  why  do  you  bear  them  away  from  their 
home? 

Oh  !  tell  me,  happy  sailors  ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  373 

They  are  chosen,  called,  and  holy, 

Hallelujah  ! 
And  have  left  the  land  of  folly, 

Hallelujah  ! 

3  Say   is  her  keel  sound,  and  her  larder  well 
stored  ? 
Oh  !  tell  me,  happy  sailors  ! 
And  will  you  receive  other  comrades  on  hoard? 
Oh  !  tell  me,  happy  sailors  ! 
Come  on  board  the  vessel,  stranger  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
For  we  dread  no  want  nor  danger, 
Hallelujah! 

383  JftJir. 

DAUGHTEK  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sad- 
ness, 

Awake,  for  thy  foes  shall  oppress  thee  no 
more : 

Bright  o'er  thy  hills  dawns  the  day-star  of  glad- 
ness ; 

Arise,  for  the  night  of  thy  sorrows  is  o'er. 

2  Strong  were  thy  foes ;  but  the  arm  that  subdued 

them, 

And  scattered  their  legions,  was  mightier  far: 
They  fled  like  the  chaff  from  the  scourge  that 

pursued  them ; 
How  vain  were  their  steeds  and  their  chariots 

of  war. 

3  Daughter  of  Zion !  the  power  that  hath  saved 

thee, 

Extolled  with  the  harp  and  the  timbrel  shall 
be : 

Shout,  for  the  foe  is  destroyed  that  enslaved 
thee, 

The  oppressor  is  vanquished,  and  Zion  is  free. 


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384  p.m. 

FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is 
at  hand 

That  we  must  be  parted  from  this  social  band ; 
Our  several  engagements  now  call  us  away  ; 
Our  parting  is  needful,  and  we  must  obey. 

2  Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  farewell  for  awhile, 
We'll  soon  meet  again  if  kind  Providence  smile; 
But  when  we  are  parted,  and  scattered  abroad, 
Let  us  pray  for  each  other,  and  wrestle  with 

God. 

3  Farewell,  faithful  soldiers,  you'll  soon  be  dis- 

charged ; 

The  war  will  be  ended,  your  treasures  enlarged,* 
With  shouting  and  singing,  though  Jordan  may 
roar, 

We'll  enter  fair  Canaan,  and  rest  evermore. 

4  Farewell,  ye  young  converts,  who  are  'listed  for 

war, 

Some  trials  await  you,  but  Jesus  is  near; 
Although  you  must  travel  the  dark  wilderness, 
Your  Captain's  before  you,  he'll  lead  you  in 
peace. 

5  The  world,  and  the  devil,  and  hell  all  unite, 
And  bold  persecution  will  try  you  to  fright; 
But  Jesus  is  for  you,  who's  stronger  than  they  ; 
Let  this  animate  you  to  march  on  your  way. 

6  Farewell,  seeking  mourners,  with  sad  broken 

heart, 

Oh,  hasten  to  Jesus,  and  choose  the  good  part  ; 
He's  full  of  compassion,  and  mighty  to  save ; 
His  arms  are  extended  your  souls  to  receive. 


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7  Farewell,    faithful    Christians,    farewell  all 

around, 

Perhaps  we'll  not  meet  till  the  trumpet  shall 
sound ; 

To  meet  you  in  glory  I  give  you  my  hand, 
Our  Saviour  to  praise  in  the  heavenly  land. 

8  Oh,  glory,  oh,  glory,  oh,  glory  to  God ! 
Eedemption  we  have  through  our  Jesus'  blood; 
I  long  to  be  gone  to  meet  him  above, 

To  gaze  on  his  glory,  and  feast  on  his  love. 

385  is*  &  us. 

FROM  the  regions  of  love,  lo!  an  angel  de- 
scended, 

And  told  the  strange  news,  how  the  babe  was 
attended  j 

Go,  shepherds,  and  visit  this  wonderful  stranger, 
See  yonder  bright  star — there's  your  Lord  in 
the  manger. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  has  purchased  our 
pardon, 

We  will  praise  him  again  when  we  pass  over 
Jordan. 

2  Glad  tidings  I  bring  unto  you  and  each  nation, 
Glad  tidings  of  joy,  now  behold  your  salvation! 
Then  suddenly  multitudes  raise  their  glad 

voices, 

And  shout  the  Redeemer,  while  heaven  rejoices. 

3  Now  glory  to  God  in  the  highest  is  given, 
Now  glory  to  God  is  re-echoed  through  heaven, 
Around  the  whole  earth  let  us  tell  the  glad  story, 
And  sing  of  his  love,  his  salvation,  and  glory. 

4  Enraptured  I  burn,  with  delight  and  desire, 
Such  love,  so  divine,  sets  my  soul  all  on  fire ; 


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Around  the  bright  throne  hosannas  are  ringing, 
Oh,  when  shall  I  join  them,  and  ever  be  singing? 

5  Triumphantly  ride  in  thy  chariot  victorious, 
And  conquer  with  love,  0  Jesus,  all  glorious; 
Thy  banners  unfurl ! — let  the  nations  surrender, 
And  own  thee  their  Saviour,  their  God  and  De- 
fender. 

386  x.  m. 

FAREWELL,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone, 
I  have  no  home  or  stay  with  you; 
I'll  take  my  staff  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  a  better  world  do  view. 

Farewell,  farewell,  farewell, 
My  loving  friends,  farewell ! 

2  Farewell,  my  friends,  time  rolls  along, 

Nor  waits  for  mortals,  care,  or  bliss, 
I  leave  you  here,  and  travel  on, 
Till  I  arrive  where  Jesus  is. 

3  Farewell,  my  brethren  in  the  Lord, 

To  you  I'm  bound  in  cords  of  love, 
Yet  we  believe  his  gracious  word, 
That  we  shall  all  soon  meet  above. 

4  Farewell,  old  soldier  of  the  cross, 

You've  struggled  long  and  hard  for  heav'n; 
You've  counted  all  things  here  but  dross, 
Fight  on,  the  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 

5  Farewell,  ye  blooming  sons  of  God, 

Sore  conflicts  yet  await  for  you ; 
Yet  dauntless  keep  the  heavenly  road, 
Till  Canaan's  happy  land  you  view. 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  fight  on, 
The  crown  shall  soon  be  given. 


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6  Farewell,  poor  careless  sinners  too, 

It  grieves  my  heart  to  leave  you  here, 
Eternal  vengeance  waits  for  you; 
0  turn,  and  find  salvation  near. 

0  turn,  0  turn,  0  turn, 
And  find  salvation  near, 

387  p. 

FAREWELL,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you 
farewell, 

I'm  going  to  travel  the  way  to  excel ; 

Fm  going  to  travel  the  wilderness  through, 

Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you  adieu. 

2  The  thoughts  of  our  parting  doth  cause  me  to 

grieve, 

So  well  do  I  love  you,  but  you  I  must  leave ; 
My  Jesus  commands,  and  I  must  obey, 
Therefore,  my  dear  brethren,  don't  grieve  after 
me. 

3  May  heaven  protect  you,  be  Jesus  your  guide, 
On  the  walls  of  our  Zion  may  you  ever  abide ; 
Though  we  live  at  a  distance,  and  you  I  ne'er 

see, 

On  the  banks  of  sweet  Canaan  acquainted  we'll 
be. 

4  There  all  things  are  plenty,  and  the  leaves 

growing  green, 
And  the  parting  of  Christians  no  more  to  be 
seen ; 

No  sorrow,  no  trouble  shall  enter  that  place, 
But  there  we  shall  join  in  a  song  of  free  grace. 

5  And  when  we  meet  Jesus  in  the  mansion  above, 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels  are  feasting  on 

love, 


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0  then  we  shall  look  for  each  mourner  that's 
here, 

How  glad  we  shall  be  to  meet  each  other  there ! 

6  Farewell  to  all  sorrows,  temptation,  and  pain, 
I'm  going  where  Jesus  forever  doth  reign ; 
Fm  going  to  Jesus,  his  goodness  to  prove, 
Where  saints  and  bright  angels  are  feasting  on 
love. 

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FADING,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining, 
Father  in  heaven !  the  day  is  declining, 
Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 
Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with  the 
night ; 

From  the  fall  of  the  shade  till  the  morning 

bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  save  me  from  crime, 
Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 

Lord,  Amen. 

2  Father  in  heaven,  0  hear  when  we  call ; 
Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour  of  all; 
Feeble  and  fainting  we  trust  in  thy  might, 
In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be  our  light ; 
Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the  night  taper 
burns, 

Wake  in  thy  arms  when  morning  returns. 
Father,  have  mercy,  through  Jesus  Christ  our 
Lord,  Amen. 

389  «  m. 

Tune. — Auld  Lang  Syne. 

HAIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 
Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  : 
Hail !  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds, 
To  joys  before  unknown. 


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379 


It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope, 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given : 
The  hope,  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  winter-blast 

May  howl  around  my  cot; 
"What  though  beneath  a  southern  sun 
Be  cast  thy  distant  lot. 

For  there  we  share  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shore,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain; 
From  Europe  and  Columbia's  land, 
We  hope  to  meet  again. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope,  &c. 

4  Nor  lingering  look,  nor  parting  sigh 

Our  future  home  shall  know  ; 
There  love  shall  beam  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grow. 

Oh,  sacred  hope,  oh,  blissful  hope,  &c. 

390 

HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 
Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blessed  with  parental  advice  and  affec- 
tion, 

Surrounded  with  mercies,  with  peace  from 
on  high ! 

I  still  view  the  chair  of  my  father  and  mother, 
The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on  each 
hand, 

And  that  richest  book  which  excels  every  other, 
The  family  Bible  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  de- 
light; 

The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation 
For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  through 
night. 

Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony 

swelling, 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band, 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous 
dwelling, 

Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have  we  parted, 

My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no 
more  ; 

In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted, 
And  wander  unknown  on  a  far-distant  shore. 

Yet  how  can  I  doubt  my  Redeemer's  protection, 
Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand  ? 

Oh,  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

391  jp  m. 

HAIL  the  gospel  jubilee, 
Jesus  comes  to  set  us  free, 
Who  shed  for  us  his  precious  blood, 
To  raise  our  fallen  souls  to  God ; 
And  since  the  work  of  suffering's  done, 
We'll  glory  give  to  God  alone. 
Free  salvation  be  our  boast, 
Ever  mindful  what  it  cost; 
Ever  grateful  for  the  prize, 
Let  our  praises  reach  the  skies. 

Firm  united  let  us  be, 
In  the  bonds  of  charity  ; 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined, 
Loving  God  and  all  mankind. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 

2  Eise,  ye  heralds  of  the  Lord, 

Take  the  breastplate,  shield,  and  sword; 

Against  the  hosts  of  hell  proclaim 

A  war  in  Christ's  all  conquering  name: 

Nor  fear  to  gain  the  victory 

When  for  this  glorious  liberty 
You  on  Jesus  Christ  depend — 
He'll  the  suffering  cause  defend ; 
Place,  oh  place  in  him  your  trust, 
He's  almighty,  wise,  and  just. 

Firm  united  brethren  stand, 
Firm,  an  undivided  band — 
Brethren  dear,  in  Jesus  joined. 
Filled  with  all  his  constant  mind. 

3  Sound,  the  gospel  trumpet  sound, 
Through  the  earth's  remotest  bound ; 
Let  Jesus'  name,  with  loud  applause, 
Ring  through  the  world  his  righteous  laws 
He  gives  and  rules  in  mercy  mild, 
Believe,  and  be  ye  reconciled 

To  a  God  of  truth  and  love, 
Sending  blessings  from  above; 
Now  is  the  accepted  time, 
Listen  every  joyful  clime. 

Hail — the  gospel  jubilee, 
Jesus  comes  to  set  us  free, 
He  is  come  no  more  to  bleed — 
Free  we  then  shall  be  indeed. 

4  Now  the  Sovereign  of  the  sky 
Comes,  the  troops  of  hell  must  fly; 
He's  the  Rock  of  Ages  sure, 

And  all  who  to  the  end  endure, 
A  glorious  crown  of  righteousness 
Shall  wear  in  realms  of  endless  bliss: 
There  with  blood-washed  throngs  above, 
"Wondering  at  redeeming  love, 


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Evermore  we'll  shout  and  sing ; 
Heaven's,  palace  loud  shall  ring. 

Firm  united,  let  us  go 
On  in  Jesus'  step  below. 
As  a  band  of  brothers  joined. 
And  eternal  glory  find. 

392  x.  m. 

IF  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not 
thy  heart,  . 

Lest  the  gift  ensnare  thee  from  thy  God  to  part : 
His  favor  seek,  his  praises  speak, 
Fix  here  thy  hope's  foundation; 
Serve  him,  and  he  will  ever  be 
The  Eock  of  thy  salvation. 

2  If  distress  befall  thee,  painful  though  it  be, 
Let  not  grief  appal  thee ;  to  thy  Saviour  flee; 

He,  ever  near,  thy  prayer  will  hear, 

And  calm  thy  perturbation : 
The  waves  of  wo  shall  ne'er  o'erflow 

The  Eock  of  thy  salvation. 

3  "When  earth's  prospects  fail  thee,  let  it  not  dis- 

tress, 

Better  comforts  wait  thee;  Christ  will  freely 
bless ; 

To  Jesus  flee,  thy  prop  he'll  be, 

Thy  heavenly  consolation  : 
For  griefs  below  cannot  o'erthrow 

The  Eock  of  thy  salvation. 

4  Dangers  may  approach  thee,  let  them  not 

alarm, 

Christ  will  ever  watch  thee,  and  protect  from 
harm ; 

He  near  thee  stands  with  mighty  hands, 
To  ward  off  each  temptation : 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


383 


To  Jesus  fly,  he's  ever  nigh, 
The  Eoek  of  thy  salvation. 

5  Let  not  death  alarm  thee,  shrink  not  from  his 
blow, 

For  thy  God  shall  arm  thee,  and  victory  bestow, 
For  death  shall  bring  to  thee  no  sting, 

The  grave  no  desolation  : 
'Tis  gain  to  die  with  Jesus  nigh, 

The  Rock  of  thy  salvation. 


I'LL  try  to  prove  faithful, 
I'll  try  to  prove  faithful, 
I'll  try  to  prove  faithful,  faithful,  faithful, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

2  Oh,  let  us  prove  faithful, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

3  We  mean  to  be  faithful, 
Till  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

4  There'll  be  no  more  sinning, 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

5  There'll  be  no  more  sorrow, 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

6  There  we  shall  see  Jesus, 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 

7  There  we  shall  sing  praises, 
When  we  all  shall  meet  above. 


LIFE,  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper 
glows, 

And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close. 
In  vain  we  seek  for  earthly  bliss : 
The  plants  of  joy,  the  fruits  of  peace, 


393 


£.  M. 


394 


p.  m  . 


384 


REVIVAL  AND 


Can  never  grow  in  soil  like  this  : 
Place  all  thy  hopes  in  heaven. 

2  Life,  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close. 

Our  hearts  in  vain  to  riches  cling, 
Our  gems  are  dim,  our  gold  hath  wings, 
And,  when  possessed,  no  comfort  brings: 
Lay  up  thy  wealth  in  heaven. 

3  Life  let  us  cherish,  while  yet  the  taper  glows, 
And  heavenly  treasures  grasp  ere  it  close. 

Set  not  thy  heart  on  earthly  fame, 
Its  highest  gift's  an  empty  name, 
That  quickly  fades,  or  ends  in  shame : 
True  glory  comes  from  heaven. 


0  VE  sounds  in  her  sighs,  love  flows  from  her 


JLJ  eyes, 

How  pensive  she  utters  her  moan  ! 
The  stone  is  removed,  lost  is  all  that  she  loved, 
Ah,  Mary  !  ah,  Mary  !  the  Master  is  gone ! 

2  But  in  vain  was  my  care,  those  perfumes  to 

prepare, 

And  attempt  to  embalm  him  alone, 
Taken  hence  from  my  view,  what,  alas !  can  I 


Ah,  Mary  !  ah,  Mary !  the  Master  is  gone  ! 

3  But  alas !  'tis  in  vain  to  seek  ease  from  my 
pain, 

From  those  bosoms  as  callous  as  stone; 
None  on  earth  seem  to  calm,  by  sweet  sympa- 
thy's balm, 

A  heart  full  of  sighs,  for  the  Master  that's 
gone. 


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do? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


385 


4  Hallelujahs  arise!  Oh,  assist  me,  ye  skies, 
And  rejoice  with  a  mortal  who  mourned! 
Hence,  sorrow  !  hence,  care  !  to  the  winds  with 
despair ! 

Eabboni,  Rabboni,  the  Master's  returned ! 

396  **,  7a. 

LO!  the  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 
Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore; 
All  who  wish  to  sail  for  glory, 

Come,  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 

Glory!  glory!  hallelujah! 

All  her  sailors  loudly  cry ; 
While  the  blissful  port  of  glory 

Opens  to  each  faithful  eye. 

2  Thousands  she  has  safely  landed, 

Far  beyond  this  mortal  shore : 
Thousands  still  are  sailing  in  her, 
Yet  there's  room  for  thousands  more. 

3  Richly  laden  with  provisions — 

Want  her  sailors  never  know; 
Gospel  grace  and  every  blessing 
From  her  noble  Pilot  flow. 

4  Sails  well  filled  with  heavenly  breezes, 

Swiftly  waft  the  ship  along, 
All  her  company  rejoicing ; 

"Glory!"  bursts  from  every  tongue. 

5  Do  not  fear  the  ship  will  founder, 

Though  the  foaming  billows  roar ; 
Jesus  Christ  will  safely  guide  her 
To  her  destined,  happy  shore. 

6  Foes  may  try  to  overturn  her, 

But  their  efforts  will  be  vain; 
Guided  by  so  great  a  Captain, 
Sail  she  must  across  the  main. 
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386 


REVIVAL  AND 


7  Waft  along  this  noble  vessel, 

All  ye  gales  of  gospel  grace, 
Bearing  all  her  faithful  sailors 
To  their  heavenly  landing-place. 

8  Come,  poor  sinners,  be  converted  ; 

Sail  with  us  o'er  life's  rough  sea, 
And  with  us  you  will  be  happy, 
Happy  in  eternity. 

397  p-m. 

LET  all  men  rejoice,  by  Jesus  restored; 
We  lift  up  our  voice,  and  call  him  our  Lord; 
His  joy  is  to  bless  us,  and  free  us  from  thrall, 
From  all  that  oppresses,  he  rescues  us  all. 

2  Him  Prophet,  and  King,  and  Priest  we  pro- 

claim, 

We  triumph  and  sing  of  Jesus*  name; 

Poor  idiots  he  teaches  to  show  forth  his  praise, 

And  tell  of  the  riches  of  Jesus'  grace. 

3  No  matter  how  dull  the  scholar  whom  he 
Takes  into  his  school,  and  gives  him  to  see; 
A  wonderful  fashion  of  teaching  he  hath, 
And  wise  to  salvation,  he  makes  us  through 

faith. 

4  The  wayfaring  men,  though  fools,  shall  not 

stray, 

His  method  so  plain,  so  easy  the  way ; 

The  simplest  believer  his  promise  may  prove, 

And  drink  of  the  river  of  Jesus'  love. 

5  Yet  not  many  wise  his  summons  obey, 
And  great  ones  despise  so  vulgar  a  way; 

And  strong  ones  will  never  their  helplessness 
own, 

Or  stoop  to  find  favor  through  mercy  alone. 


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6  And  therefore  our  God  the  outcasts  hath  chose, 
His  righteousness  showed  to  heathens  like  us ! 
"When  wise  ones  rejected  his  offers  of  grace, 
His  goodness  selected  the  foolish  and  base. 

7  To  baffle  the  wise,  and  noble,  and  strong, 
He  bade  us  arise,  an  impotent  throng : 
Poor  ignorant  wretches,  we  gladly  embrace 
A  Prophet  who  teaches  salvation  by  grace. 

8  Poor  outcasts  of  men,  whose  souls  are  despised. 
And  left  with  disdain,  by  Jesus  are  prized; 
His  gracious  creation  in  us  he  makes  known, 
And  brings  us  salvation,  and  calls  us  his  own. 

398 

MY  Bible  leads  to  glory, 
My  Bible  leads  to  glory, 
My  Bible  leads  to  glory, 
Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Sing  on,  pray  on, 

Ye  followers  of  Immanuel. 
Sing  on,  pray  on, 

Ye  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

2  Religion  makes  me  happy. 

3  King  Jesus  is  my  captain. 

4  I  long  to  see  my  Saviour. 

5  Then  farewell,  sin  and  sorrow. 

399 

MY  Christian  friends,  weep  not  for  me, 
When  I  am  gone  ,• 
And  when  my  lowly  grave  you  see, 

Oh,  do  not  mourn  ,• 
But  praise  the  Lord,  I'm  freed  from  pain 
And  life's  rough  storm 


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And  pray  that  we  may  meet  again 
When  I  am  gone. 

2  Plant  ye  some  wild-flowers  on  my  tomb, 

When  I  am  gone  : 
That  they  may  there  in  silence  bloom, 

O'er  your  loved  one ; 
Entwine  a  chaplet  round  my  head, 

And  often  come 
And  view  where  sleep  the  early  dead, 

When  I  am  gone. 

3  And  oft,  my  friends,  in  after  years, 

When  I  am  gone, 
When  memory  opes  the  fount  of  tears, 

Sing  ye  this  song; 
And  know  that  though  I  mouldering  lie, 

'Twill  not  be  long 
Till  we  shall  meet  in  yonder  sky, 

When  I  am  gone. 

400  a  m. 

"VfOW,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair, 
1M  And  as  you  pass  along, 
Employ  your  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

2  Praise  God,  whose  mercies  brought  you  here, 

Whose  goodness  keeps  you  still ; 
Whose  grace  with  joy  your  souls  can  cheer, 
Whose  power  subdues  your  will. 

3  Praise  him  for  what  your  ears  have  heard, 

For  what  your  eyes  have  seen ; 
Praise  him  for  what  has  here  occurred, 
For  all  you  feel  within. 

4  Improve  the  strength  you  here  have  gained, 

To  do  his  holy  will : 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Improve  the  knowledge  here  attained, 
To  love  and  serve  him  still. 

5  Let  not  the  world  have  cause  to  say, 

You  served  your  God  for  naught; 
But  grow  in  grace  from  day  to  day, 
As  you  have  here  been  taught. 

6  To  friends  and  neighbors  all  around, 

Oh,  let  your  graces  shine; 
In  ways  of  holiness  abound, 
And  live  a  life  divine. 

7  And  now,  my  Christian  friends,  adieu, 

May  Jesus  with  you  dwell : 
May  grace  and  peace  abide  with  you : 
"So  now,  dear  friends,  farewell." 

8  Farewell,  and  to  your  homes  repair, 

And  as  you  pass  along; 
Employ  your  hearts  in  humble  prayer, 
And  raise  the  cheerful  song. 

401  jfi  M.  $ 

0 CHRISTIAN!  will  you  go  with  me? 
I'm  bound  fair  Canaan's  land  to  see ! 

For  I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home,  to  die  no  more ! 

2  Our  Jesus  on  the  cross  did  die, 
And  then  he  went  to  reign  on  high. 

3  Our  Jesus  said,  Poor  sinner,  come, 
And  from  my  side  no  longer  roam. 

4  The  heavenly  doors  wide  open  stand, 
Up  yonder  in  my  Father's  land. 

5  I'll  never  leave  the  union  band 
Until  I  reach  that  happy  land. 


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6  I  do  believe,  without  a  doubt, 

That  Christians  have  a  right  to  shout- 

402  *.  m. 

OF  all  religions  that  are  found, 
Whose  forms  do  lead  their  subjects  round, 
In  all  this  earthly  region; 
There  is  one  better  than  the  rest, 
Which  properly  is  called  the  best; 
And  that  is  pure  religion. 

2  To  visit  widows  with  relief, 

And  save  the  fatherless  from  grief, 

In  time  of  their  affliction  ; 
And  then,  against  temptations  hurled, 
To  keep  unspotted  from  the  world, 

Is  real  pure  religion. 

3  There's  many  people  who  profess 
To  have  religion,  more  or  less, 

And  talk  of  sins  forgiven; 
Who  say  tibey  walk  the  heavenly  road, 
And  say  they  feel  the  love  of  God, 

And  think  they're  heirs  of  heaven. 

4  But  if  they  gratify  their  pride, 
And  will  be  covetous  beside, 

And  pattern  after  sinners ; 
To  set  their  hearts  on  things  below, 
And  talk  as  other  worldlings  do, 

'Tis  only  vain  religion. 

5  But  thanks  to  God,  there  are  a  lew, 
Who  good  sincerity  do  show, 

To  follow  after  Jesus  : 
They  joyfully  forsake  their  pride, 
And  lay  their  vanities  aside, 

For  the  sake  of  pure  religion. 


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6  They  bring  their  thoughts  to  judgment  now, 
And  thus  they  make  their  actions  bow 

To  Jesus  their  Eedeemer ; 
They  know,  if  they're  defiled  with  sin, 
And  if  they  have  not  Christ  within, 

'Twill  not  be  pure  religion. 

7  All  these  who  count  all  things  as  loss, 
And  willingly  take  up  the  cross, 

To  gain  a  heavenly  mansion, 
Although  by  sinners  they're  despised, 
They're  precious  in  the  Saviour's  eyes, 

For  they  have  pure  religion. 

8  Professors  say  we  are  too  strict, 

And  some  good  things  they  contradict, 
Which  strike  against  the  worldling; 

And  now  because  we  live  to  God, 

There's  many  call  us  very  odd, 
Despising  pure  religion. 

9  But  while  we  walk  this  heavenly  road, 
This  way  of  truth  which  leads  to  God, 

In  which  we  find  such  freedom  j 
We'll  bear  reproach  for  Jesus'  name, 
Endure  the  cross,  despise  the  shame, 

For  the  sake  of  pure  religion. 

10  Although  for  Christ  we  suffer  loss, 
We  find  such  virtue  in  the  cross, 

The  beauty  of  his  kingdom : 
Oh,  let  us  count  all  things  but  loss, 
And  like  the  dung,  or  as  the  dross, 
For  the  sake  of  pure  religion. 

403 

OH  say,  can  you  see  by  the  truth's  holy  light, 
What  the  fathers  once  hailed,  in  the  world's 
early  being, 


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When  for  sin,  o'er  our  race,  hung  the  mantle  of 
night — 

When  God,  for  our  weal,  was  in  mercy  de- 
creeing ? 

The  banner  unfurled  which  shall  conquer  the 
world, 

When  sin  shall  be  vanquished — to  darkness  be 
hurled : 

Oh,  the  cross  is  that  banner,  and  long  may  it 

wave, 

Till  Jesus  lead  captive  both  death  and  the 
grave. 

2  'Twas  but  dimly  perceived  through  the  dark- 

ness that  reigned, 
And  man  seemed  enchanted  in  slumbers  re- 
posing; 

But  the  prophets  their  message  of  mercy  pro- 
claimed, 

The  banner  of  peace  though  obscurely  dis- 
closing : 

Oft  it  seemed  to  unfurl  o'er  the  clouds  as  they 
rolled, 

And  the  day  brightly  dawned  by  the  prophets 
foretold  j 

When  the  blood-stained  banner  in  triumph 
shall  wave 

Over  earth  and  the  sea,  over  death  and  the 
grave. 

3  Now  where  is  the  foe  that  so  vauntingly  swore 

By  the  gods  whom  he  worshipped,  that  dark- 
ness should  rule  us ; 
No  home  should  await  us  where  angels  adore, 

But  death  and  the  grave  should  together  con- 
trol us  ? 

He  has  trembled  with  fear,  and  will  flee  in 
despair, 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL.  393 


Like  the  lion  the  archers  have  chased  to  his 
lair; 

And  our  banner  in  triumph  continues  to  wave, 
And  triumph  it  must  over  death  and  the  grave. 

4  Thus  will  it  be  ever  while  Christians  shall 
stand 

Near  the  cross,  and  remember  their  high 
destination : 
Bless'd  with  victory  and  peace,  this  invincible 
band 

Shall  shout  when  the  Lord  has  renewed  all 
creation ! 

For  conquer  they  must,  as  their  cause  is  most 
just, 

And  this  is  their  motto,  "In  God  is  our  trust." 
Oh,  their  banner  in  glory,  in  triumph  shall 
wave, 

When  lost  is  the  power  of  death  and  the  grave. 

404 

OH  !  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 
Like  evening  lights  away — 
For  hopes  that,  like  the  stars  decayed, 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day  ; 
For  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given; 
And  though  on  earth  the  tear  may  start, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 
Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

2  Oh  !  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonesome  grave, 
As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  darksome  days  be  given, — 
And  lonely  though  on  earth  thou  art, 


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Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart 
When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 

405  p. 

OH !  give  me  the  flowers  that  never  decay, 
The  treasures  in  heaven  that  pass  not  away ! 
All  flowers  in  this  valley  of  sorrow  shall  die, 
And  our  riches  make  wings,  and  away  from  us 
fly. 

2  Vain  man,  in  the  bloom  of  his  health  and  his 

Clings  fondly  to  earth  and  its  perishing  toys, 
Forgetting  that  beauty  will  swiftly  decay, 
And  that  riches  make  wings  and  fly  quickly 
away. 

3  Go,  buy  thee  new  lands  and  enlarge  thy  estate, 
And  write  thy  proud  name  with  the  wealthy 

and  great ; 

But  if  thou  shalt  fail,  of  a  treasure  in  heaven, 
All  thy  wealth  to  the  winds  shall  be  rapidly 
given. 

4  Go,  enter  the  mart  where  the  merchant  men 

meet, 

Get  rich,  and  retire  to  some  rural  retreat; 
Ere  happiness  comes,  comes  the  season  to  die ; 
Quickly  then  will  thy  riches  all  vanish  and  fly. 

5  Go,  sit  with  the  mighty  in  purple  and  gold, 
Thy  mansions  be  stately,  thy  treasures  untold ; 
But  soon  shalt  thou  dwell  in  the  damp  house 

of  clay, 

While  thy  riches  make  wings  to  themselves, 
and  away. 

6  Oh !  give  me  the  flowers  that  droop  not  nor  die ! 
A  treasure  up  yonder ! — a  home  in  the  sky ! 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


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"Where  beautiful  things  in  their  beauty  still  stay, 
And  where  riches  ne'er  fly  from  the  blessed 
away. 

406  2  8s  &  4  7s. 

PRECIOUS  Bible  !  what  a  treasure 
Does  the  word  of  God  afford ! 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword, 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor; 
Having  this,  I  want  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys; 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed, 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed ! 

3  When  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 

Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind, 
Cordials  to  revive  me  quickly, 

Healing  medicine  here  I  find; 
To  the  promises  I  flee, 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield, 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield; 
While  the  Scripture  truths  are  sure, 
From  his  malice  I'm  secure. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me, 

When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword; 
Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 

Satan  trembles  at  the  word ; 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade. 


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6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser 

Doting  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser; 

I  am  rich,  'tis  he  is  poor. 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word 
Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 

407 

TJ ISE — rise — free  from  thy  mourning, 
IX  Light — light — breaks  from  the  sky, 
See — see — bright  the  day  dawning, 
Jesus  is  risen  on  high. 

Rise — rise — rise — rise — 
Jesus  is  risen  on  high. 

2  Come — come — sing  to  the  Saviour, 

Love — love — beams  from  his  eye, 
Haste — haste — share  in  his  favor, 

Worship  the  Saviour  on  high. 

Come — come — come — come — 
Worship  the  Saviour  on  high. 

3  Praise — praise — yield  him  with  gladness, 

Earth — earth — banish  thy  gloom : 
Where — death — where  is  thy  sadness, 

Jesus  returns  from  the  tomb. 

Praise — praise — praise — praise — 
Jesus  returns  from  the  tomb. 

4  Hail — hail — children  adore  thee, 

Here — here — anthems  we  give, 
There — there — dwelling  in  glory, 

Love  in  thy  life  we  receive. 

Hail — hail — hail — hail — 
Love  in  thy  life  we'll  receive. 

408  p-  m. 

RELIGION  makes  me  happy, 
Oh,  don't  you  want  to  go  ? 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


I  have  no  time  to  stay  with  you, 
I  cannot  tarry  long. 

Oh,  I  cannot  tarry  long, 

1  cannot  tarry  long, 

I  have  no  time  to  stay  with  you, 

I  cannot  tarry  long. 

2  I  feel  the  fire  now  burning. 

3  Farewell  to  all  my  trials. 

4  Oh,  soon  IH  see  my  Jesus. 

5  With  him  I'll  rise  to  glory. 

6  Christians,  don't  get  weary. 

7  You  soon  will  reach  the  harbor. 

409  i*«  ar. 

RELIGION  makes  us  happy, 
Eeligion  makes  us  happy, 
Eeligion  makes  us  happy, 
We're  on  our  way. 

Good  news  gone  to  Canaan, 
Good  news  gone  to  Canaan, 
Good  news  gone  to  Canaan, 
We're  on  our  way. 

2  My  Saviour  says  be  happy. 

3  My  sister  says  she's  happy. 

4  My  brother  says  he's  happy. 

5  Ye  wretched,  come  be  happy. 

6  The  mourner  may  be  happy. 

7  Oh,  soon  we'll  all  be  happy. 

410  S  lines,  8s  &  7s. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  spend ! 


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Life  and  health  and  peace  possessing 
From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

Here  I'll  sit  forever,  viewing 

Mercy's  streams,  in  streams  of  blood : 

Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

2  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie, 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 

Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 
Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven, 

While  upon  the  Lamb  I  gaze, 
Here  I  see  my  sins  forgiven, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

3  Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe; 
Constant  still  in  faith  abiding, 

Life  deriving  from  his  death, 
May  I  still  enjoy  this  feeling, 

In  all  needs  to  Jesus  go; 
Prove  his  wounds  each  day  more  healing, 

And  himself  more  fully  know. 

411  c.  M. 

SWEET  muse,  descend  and  bless  the  shade, 
And  bless  the  evening  grove  ! 
Business  and  noise  and  day  are  fled, 
And  every  care  but  love. 

2  'Tis  no  mean  beauty  of  the  ground 

That  hath  enslaved  my  eyes : 
I  faint  beneath  a  nobler  wound, 
Nor  love  below  the  skies. 

3  Jesus  has  all  my  powers  possessed, 

My  hopes,  my  fears,  my  joys ; 
He,  the  dear  sovereign  of  my  breast, 
Shall  still  command  my  voice. 


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4  Some  of  the  fairest  choirs  ahove 

Shall  flock  around  my  song, 
With  joy  to  hear  the  name  they  love 
Sound  from  a  mortal  tongue. 

5  His  charms  shall  make  my  numbers  flow, 

And  hold  the  falling  flood, 
While  silence  sits  on  every  bough, 
And  bends  the  list'ning  wood. 

6  I'll  carve  my  passion  on  the  bark, 

And  every  wounded  tree 
Shall  droop,  and  bear  some  mystic  mark, 
That  Jesus  died  for  me. 

7  The  swains  shall  wonder,  when  they  read, 

Inscribed  on  all  the  grove, 
That  Heav'n  himself  came  down  and  bled, 
To  win  a  mortal's  love. 

412 

STOOP  down,  my  thoughts  that  used  to  rise, 
Converse  awhile  with  death  ; 
Think  how  a  gasping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 

2  His  quivering  lip  hangs  feebly  down, 

His  pulse  is  faint  and  few, 
Then  speechless,  with  a  doleful  groan, 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 

3  But  oh,  the  soul,  that  never  dies, 

At  once  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  pursue  it  where  it  flies, 
And  track  its  wondrous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels  dwell, 

It  mounts  triumphing  there, 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell 
In  infinite  despair. 


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5  And  must  my  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  must  this  soul  remove  ? 
Oh,  for  some  guardian  angel  nigh, 
To  bear  it  safe  above ! 

6  Jesus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand 

My  trembling  soul  I  trust; 
And  my  flesh  waits  for  the  command, 
To  crumble  into  dust. 

413  p  m 

T EXIST  thou  not  in  worldly  pleasures, 
Trust  thou  not  in  earthly  fame, 
Trust  thou  not  in  glittering  treasures — 

Trust  in  God's  eternal  name! 
In  the  hour  of  keenest  sorrow, 

In  the  hour  of  keenest  wo, 
Thou  canst  never  hope  to  borrow 
Comfort  from  those  joys  below. 

2  Fear  thou  not  a  world  of  folly, 

Fear  thou  not  the  scoffer's  sneer; 
Fear  Jehovah,  wise  and  holy, 

(For  'tis  wisdom  thus  to  fear:) 
Then  thy  faith  shall  be  augmented, 

And  thy  heart  increase  in  love ; 
And  thy  soul  shall  rest  contented, 

Confident  in  strength  above. 

3  And  should  dangerous  snares  beset  thee, 

Trouble  meet  thee  everywhere, 
Fear  the  Lord  ;  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 

He  will  break  the  cruel  snare. 
For  his  fear  is  perfect  pleasure, 

And  his  confidence  is  joy; 
'Twill  secure  thy  soul  a  treasure, 

Which  the  world  can  ne'er  destroy. 


CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


414  jp- 

THIS  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show, 
For  man's  probation  given ; 
The  smiles  of  joy,  the  tears  of  wo, 
Deceitful  shine,  deceitful  flow, 
There's  nothing  true  but  Heaven. 

2  And  false  the  light  of  glory's  plume, 

As  fading  hues  of  even; 
And  love,  and  hope,  and  beauty's  bloom, 
Are  blossoms  gathered  for  the  tomb, 

There's  nothing  bright  but  Heaven. 

3  Poor  wanderers  of  a  stormy  day  ! 

From  wave  to  Wave  we're  driven, 
And  fancy's  flash  and  reason's  ray 
Serve  but  to  light  our  troubled  way  j 

There's  nothing  calm  but  Heaven. 

4  And  where's  the  light,  held  out  to  cheer 

This  heart  with  anguish  riven  ? 
Affliction's  sigh  and  sorrow's  tear 
Have  never  found  a  refuge  here, 

There's  nothing  kind  but  Heaven. 

5  In  vain  do  mortals  sigh  for  bliss, 

Without  their  sins  forgiven ; 
True  pleasure,  everlasting  peace, 
Are  only  found  in  God's  free  grace ; 

There's  nothing  good  as  Heaven. 

6  From  those  who  walk  in  wisdom's  ways, 

Corroding  fears  are  driven; 
They're  washed  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
Enjoy  communion  with  their  God, 

And  find  their  way  to  Heaven. 
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4:15  C.  M. 

THERE'S  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose, 
Or  decks  the  lily  fair, 
Or  streaks  the  humblest  flower  that  grows, 
But  Heaven  has  placed  it  there. 

2  There's  not  of  grass  a  single  blade, 

Or  leaf  of  lowliest  mien, 
Where  heavenly  skill  is  not  displayed, 
And  heavenly  wisdom  seen. 

3  There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light 

Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  Heaven  gave  it  birth. 

4  There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round, 

In  ocean's  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found, — 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

416  8s  &  7s. 

THERE  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear 
Than  native  vale  or  mountain  j 
A  spot  for  which  affection's  tear 

Springs  grateful  from  its  fountain : 
'Tis  not  where  kindred  souls  abound, 

Though  that  is  almost  heaven; 
But  where  I  first  my  Saviour  found, 
And  felt  my  sins  forgiven. 

2  Hard  was  my  toil  to  reach  the  shore, 

Long  tossed  upon  the  ocean ; 
Above  me  was  the  thunder's  roar, 

Beneath  the  wave's  commotion  j 
Darkly  the  pall  of  night  was  thrown 

Around  me,  faint  with  terror: 
In  that  dark  hour  how  did  my  groan 

Ascend  for  years  of  error ! 


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3  Sinking  and  panting  as  for  breath, 

I  knew  not  help  was  near  me ; 
And  cried,  "Oh  !  save  me,  Lord,  from  death, 

Immortal  Jesus,  hear  me." 
Then  quick  as  thought  I  felt  him  mine, 

My  Saviour  stood  before  me, 
I  saw  his  brightness  round  me  shine, 

And  shouted,  "Glory!  glory!" 

4  0  sacred  hour !  0  hallowed  spot ! 

Where  love  divine  first  found  me ; 
Wherever  falls  my  distant  lot, 

My  heart  shall  linger  round  thee; 
And  when  from  earth  I  rise  to  soar 

Up  to  my  home  in  heaven, 
Down  will  I  cast  my  eyes  once  more, 

Where  I  was  first  forgiven. 

417  a  m. 

THIS  sacred  spot,  0  Lord,  to  thee 
We  consecrate  by  prayer; 
Thy  power  and  goodness  may  we  see 
Displayed  in  mercy  here. 

2  While  we  prepare  and  clear  the  ground, 

0  Lord,  our  hearts  prepare  ; 
And  while  we  pitch  our  tents  around, 
Lord,  spread  thy  glory  there. 

3  Erect  thy  banners,  heavenly  King, 

As  we  the  stand  erect; 
May  preachers  thy  salvation  bring, 
And  souls  to  thee  direct. 

4  Didst  thou  of  old  thine  Israel's  camp 

With  clouds  of  glory  crown  ? 
By  day  a  cloud,  by  night  a  lamp  ! 
Thus  here,  0  Lord,  come  down. 


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5  Now,  Lord,  before  our  longing  eyes, 

Thy  glory  here  reveal, 
And  let  us  from  the  lofty  skies 
Thy  sacred  influence  feel. 

6  May  angels  round  this  chosen  spot 

Encamp  by  night  and  day  j 
May  each  in  order  fill  his  lot, 
To  preach,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

US  CM. 

Tune. — Carrier  Dove. 

THIS  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now ; 
Tears  will  unbidden  start — 
With  faltering  lip  and  throbbing  brow, 

I  press  it  to  my  heart. 
For  many  generations  past, 

Here  is  our  family  tree  : 
My  mother's  hand  this  Bible  clasped — 
She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 

2  Ah  !  well  do  I  remember  those 

Whose  names  these  records  bear — 
Who  round  the  hearth-stone  used  to  close 

After  the  evening  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said, 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill  ; 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  they  living  still. 

3  My  father  read  this  holy  book 

To  brothers,  sisters  dear : 
How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 

Who  loved  God's  word  to  hear ! 
Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet ! 

What  thronging  mem'ries  come  ! 
Again  that  little  group  is  met 

Within  the  halls  of  home. 


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4  Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 

Thy  constancy  I've  tried ; 
Where  all  were  false  I've  found  thee  true, 

My  counselor  and  guide  ! 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasures  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy ; 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  taught  me  how  to  die. 


TELL  me,  brothers,  will  you  meet  me  ? 
Tell  me,  brothers,  will  you  meet  me  ? 
Tell  me,  brothers,  will  you  meet  me, 
On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 
Forever,  evermore. 

2  Yes,  by  the  grace  of  God,  I'll  meet  you, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

3  Say,  young  converts,  will  you  meet  me  ? 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

4  Yes,  by  the  grace  of  God,  we'll  meet  you, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

5  Heart-broken  sinner,  will  you  meet  me  ? 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

6  How  can  a  sinner  ever  meet  you  ? 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

7  Jesus  will  pardon,  if  you  ask  him, 

In  earnest  faith  and  prayer. 

8  Then,  by  the  grace  of  God,  I'll  meet  you, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 


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420 


WITHIN"  the  tented  grove, 
The  followers  of  the  Lamb 
Are  met  to  sing  his  love, 
And  glorify  his  name : 
Believers,  let  your  prayers  ascend 
To  him  who  is  the  sinner's  friend. 

2  The  Lord  of  hosts  is  here — 

His  banner  floats  on  high, 
He  lends  a  listening  ear 

To  catch  the  feeblest  cry : 
It  will  prevail,  ye  need  not  fear, 
If  uttered  from  a  heart  sincere. 

3  Send  every  vain  desire, 

Each  trifling  thought,  away, 
And  no  unhallowed  fire 

Upon  the  altar  lay; 
Let  holy  zeal  and  humble  love 
In  every  Christian  bosom  move. 

4  Oh,  let  the  fervent  prayer 

Like  incense  sweetly  rise, 
And  on  its  pinions  bear 

Our  offering  to  the  skies  ; 
Through  every  bosom  let  it  thrill, 
And  every  heart  with  rapture  fill. 

5  Save,  Lord !  on  thee  we  call, 

Oh,  save  a  guilty  race — 
We  at  thy  footstool  fall, 

To  seek  thy  heavenly  grace  ; 
Mercy  to  sinners  freely  give, 
And  bid  them  now  repent  and  live. 


421 


WHAT  is  life?  'tis  but  a  vapor; 
Soon  it  vanishes  away ; 


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Life  is  but  a  dying  taper  j 

Oh,  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay  ? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy  ? 

2  See  that  glory,  how  resplendent! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns,  the  King  of  saints : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

3  Joyful  crowds  his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sound 

Filling  all  the  courts  above  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

4  Go  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

'Mid  the  ransomed  crowd  appear; 
Thine's  a  joj'ful,  wondrous  story, 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear: 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy. 

422 

W HEIST  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire, 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  burning  sky; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls, 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls, 
And  in  heaven's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 


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REVIVAL  AND 


3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid ; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 


WHERE'ER  we  meet,  you  always  say, 
What's  the  news  ? 
Pray  what's  the  order  of  the  day? 

What's  the  news  ? 
Oh,  I  have  got  good  news  to  tell ! 
My  Saviour  hath  done  all  things  well, 
And  triumphed  over  death  and  hell; 
That's  the  news ! 

2  The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary; 

That's  the  news ! 
To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free ; 

That's  the  news ! 
'Twas  there  his  precious  blood  was  shed, 
'Twas  there  he  bowed  his  sacred  head; 
But  now  he's  risen  from  the  dead ; 

That's  the  news ! 

•J  To  heaven  above  the  Conqueror's  gone ; 

That's  the  news ! 
He's  passed  triumphant  to  his  throne; 

That's  the  news ! 
And  on  that  throne  he  will  remain, 
Until,  as  Judge,  he  comes  again, 
Attended  by  a  dazzling  train ; 

That's  the  news ! 

4  His  work's  reviving  all  around — 
That's  the  news ! 
And  many  have  redemption  found — 
That's  the  news ! 


423 


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409 


And  since  their  souls  have  caught  the  flame, 
They  shout  Hosanna  to  his  name ; 
And  all  around  they  spread  his  fame; 
That's  the  news ! 

5  The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sin; 

That's  the  news ! 
I  feel  the  witness  now  within ; 

That's  the  news ! 
And  since  he  took  my  sins  away, 
And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray, 
I'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day; 

That's  the  news ! 

6  And  Christ  the  Lord  can  save  you  now; 

That's  the  news ! 
Your  sinful  heart  he  can  renew; 

That's  the  news ! 
This  moment,  if  for  sins  you  grieve, 
This  moment,  if  you  do  believe, 
A  full  acquittal  you'll  receive; 

That's  the  news ! 

7  And  now,  if  any  one  should  say, 

What's  the  news  ? 
Oh,  tell  them  you've  begun  to  pray! 

That's  the  news ! 
That  you  have  joined  the  conquering  band, 
And  now  with  joy,  at  God's  command, 
You're  marching  to  the  better  land; 

That's  the  news! 

424  7s. 

WHEN  our  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died, 
One,  with  vile,  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

2  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath, 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death, 


410    REVIVAL  AND  CAMP  MEETING  MINSTREL. 


Perished — as  too  many  do — 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

3  But  the  other,  moved  by  grace, 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case, 
And,  by  faith,  embraced  his  Lord, 
"Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 

4  "Lord,"  he  prays,  "remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be." 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shalt  be  in  paradise." 

5  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed, 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need; 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  will  find  him  still  the  same. 

6  Oh,  beware  of  unbelief! 
Think  upon  the  hardened  thief; 
If  the  gospel  you  disdain, 
Christ  for  you  hath  died  in  vain. 


INDEX. 


PAGK 

A  beautiful  land  by  faith  I  see   289 

Adieu!  my  dear  brethren,  adieu   83 

A  fountain  in  Jesus  which  runs  always  clear.  159 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe   47 

Ah  !  my  heart  is  void  and  chill   289 

A  few  more  days  on  earth  to  spend   225 

A  home  in  heaven  !  what  a  joyful  thought ...  288 

Afflicted  saints  to  Christ  draw  near   88 

A  hope  of  heaven,  a  precious  treasure   292 

Ah  !  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression...  7 

All  thanks  to  the  Lamb  who  gives  us  to  meet.  88 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound   192 

And  are  our  joys  so  quickly  fled   82 

An  alien  from  God  and  a  stranger  to  grace  ...  85 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief   86 

A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim  here   230 

Arise  and  shine,  0  Zion  fair   368 

Asleep  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep   287 

Arise,  my  soul,  to  Pisgah's  height   290 

A  soldier,  Lord,  thou  hast  me  made   81 

As  near  to  Calvary  I  passed   156 

Attend,  young  friends,  while  I  relate   6 

At  Jacob's  well  a  stranger  sought   157 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound   48 

Away  with  our  fears,  the  glad  morning   291 

Away,  far  beyond  the  rolling  river   193 

Away  from  his  home  and  the  friends  of  his...  367 

Awake  our  drowsy  souls   227 

Awake,  oh  guilty  world,  awake   49 

Beautiful  Zion !  built  above   297 

Behold  the  Saviour  at  the  door   8 

411 


412  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Begone  unbelief,  my  Saviour  is  near   90 

Behold,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God  on  the  cross.  159 
Be  kind  to  thy  father,  who  when  thou  wert...  370 

Be  still,  my  heart,  these  anxious  cares   234 

Blessed  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall....  51 

Blissful  hours,  when  first  I  knew  him   161 

Breast  the  wave,  Christian   237 

Brethren,  we  have  met  to  worship   58 

Brethren,  hear  the  martial  sound.   95 

Brethren,  see  my  Jesus  coming   295 

Brethren,  here  are  mourners  pleading   59 

Bright  scenes  of  glory  strike  my  sense   89 

Brother  soldier,  still  fight  on   233 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring   294 

By  cool  Si]oam's  shady  rill   369 

By  faith  I  view  my  Saviour  dying   157 

Camp  meetings  with  success  are  crowned   371 

Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  this  clinging   246 

Children  of  Zion,  what  harp  notes  are   298 

Child  of  sorrow,  child  of  care   247 

Christian,  walk  carefully   241 

Christian,  the  morn  breaks  sweetly  o'er  thee.  299 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed   239 

Come,  ye  poor  and  thirsty  sinners   8 

Come,  saints  and  sinners,  hear  me  tell   91 

Come,  my  brethren,  let  us  try   93 

Come,  brethren  and  sisters,  that  love  my  dear.  297 

Come,  Lord,  dwell  in  my  bosom   60 

Come  to  Jesus,  trembling  mourner   9 

Come  to  the  place  of  prayer   10 

Come,  'tis  Jesus'  invitation   11 

Come  and  taste  along  with  me   300 

Come,  brethren  dear,  who  know  the  Lord   94 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  from  thy  seat   11 

Come,  sisters  and  brothers,  who  love  one   96 

Come,  all  ye  wandering  pilgrims  dear   243 

Come,  sing  to  me  of  heaven   302 


INDEX.  413 

PAGK 

Come,  tell  of  your  vessel,  and  what  is  her   372 

Come,  ghastly  death,  and  lay  me  low   343 

Come,  brethren,  don't  grow  weary   305 

Come  then,  ye  sinners,  to  your  Lord   12 

Come,  Lord,  from  above,  the  mountain   61 

Come  away  to  the  skies,  my  beloved,  arise....  97 

Come,  poor,  guilty,  anxious  mourner   13 

Come,  all  ye  mourning  pilgrims  now   14 

Creator,  Preserver,  Eedeemer  of  men   194 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert..    249 

Laughter  of  Zion!  awake  from  thy  sadness...  373 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders   344 

Dear  Jesus  here  comes  and  knocks  at  thy   62 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  oh  !  sinner,  draw  near..  15 

Don't  you  see  my  Jesus  coming   163 

Drooping  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears   53 

Drooping  saints,  no  longer  grieve   162 

Encouraged  by  thy  word   62 

Enslaved  to  sense,  to  pleasure  prone   54 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is  shining.  378 

Far  beyond  this  world  of  sorrow   293 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  I  bid  you   377 

Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  must  be  gone   376 

Farewell,  my  dear  brethren,  the  time  is  at...  374 

Father  of  mercies,  God  of  love  .   64 

Father,  at  thy  call  I  come   65 

Firmly,  brethren,  firmly  stand   251 

Fly  up,  my  soul,  and  view  the  plains...   309 

Fly  away  to  thy  long-sought  home  on  high...  308 

For  what  shall  I  praise  thee,  my  God  and   195 

Fountain  of  life  and  all  my  joy   100 

From  Salem's  gates  advancing  slow   164 

From  all  that's  mortal,  all  that's  vain   99 

From  gloomy  dejection  my  thoughts  mount..  99 


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From  the  region  of  love,  lo!  an  angel   375 

Full  of  trembling  expectation   65 

Gay  pleasures  and  palaces  mention  them  not.  310 

Gently,  Lord,  oh  !  gently  lead  us   66 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high...   196 

Gone,  gone  from  earth's  wearisome  trials   345 

Go  when  the  morning  shineth   67 

Great  God!  we  sing  that  mighty  hand   196 

Hail  the  blest  morn  !  when  the  great   165 

Hail !  thou  everlasting  Saviour   200 

Hail !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds   378 

Hail!  ye  sighing  sons  of  sorrow   347 

Hail !  the  gospel  jubilee   380 

Hark!  hark!  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds   16 

Hark,  from  the  cross  a  gracious  voice   56 

Hark,  the  gospel  trumpet  sounding   16 

Hark,  don't  you  hear  the  turtle  dove   201 

Happy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay..   348 

Happy  the  man  whose  bliss  supreme   106 

Haste,  haste,  the  clouds  arise   349 

Haste  again,  ye  days  of  grace   105 

Have  you  heard  of  that  sunbright  clime   312 

Here  o'er  the  earth  as  a  stranger  I  roam   253 

Hear  the  gospel  trumpet  sounding   198 

Here  we  suffer  grief  and  pain   316 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation   M5 

He  lives  !  the  great  Kedeemer  lives   168 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims.  349 

Here  we  meet  to  part   269 

His  vestments  of  righteousness  who  shall   166 

Hosanna  to  Jesus!  I'm  filled  with  his  praise.  197 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord.  101 

Home  is  sweet,  home  is  sweet  on  Canaan's  ...  310 

How  lost  was  my  condition   102 

How  sad  are  the  moments  when  wandering..  104 

How  lovely  the  place  where  the  Saviour   166 


INDEX.  415 

PAGK 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection.  379 
How  sweet  to  reflect  on  those  joys  that  await.  311 

How  happy  are  the  favored  few   84 

How  happy  are  the  new-born  race   103 

How  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  is   315 

How  happy,  how  loving,  how  joyful  I  feel....  107 

T  am  thy  Kedeemer,  for  thee  I  must  die   170 

1  am  weary  of  straying,  oh,  fain  would  I  rest.  261 

I  am  a  poor  wayfaring  stranger   272 

I  am  a  stranger  here,  heaven  is  my  home   262 

I  am  fading  away  to  the  land  of  the  blest   319 

If  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where   110 

I  have  sought  round  the  verdant  earth   107 

If  life's  pleasures  charm  thee,  give  them  not.  382 

If  I  in  thy  likeness,  O  Lord,  may  awake   350 

If  now  I  have  acceptance  found....   115 

I  hear  thee  speak  of  a  better  land   320 

I  have  a  home  beyond  the  sky   321 

I'll  try  to  prove  faithful   383 

I'll  sing  my  Saviour's  grace  and  his  dear   113 

I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light   115 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus   175 

I'm  on  my  way  to  Canaan   255 

I'm  tired  with  visits,  modes  and  forms   169 

I'm  glad  that  I  am  born  to  die   317 

I'm  traveling  through  the  wilderness   264 

I'm  not  surprised  that  saints  do  sing   204 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight   109 

In  the  house  of  King  David  a  fountain  did...  175 

I  love  my  blessed  Saviour   203 

I've  'listed  in  the  holy  war   267 

In  God  let  all  his  saints  rejoice   202 

I  shall  rest,  I  shall  rest   306 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory   322 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation   258 

I  seek  a  place  that  is  out  of  sight..   112 

In  seasons  of  grief  to  my  Lord  I'll  repair   265 


416  INDEX. 

PAG  8 

In  tim«  of  tribulation   270 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep   Ill 

I  would  not  lire  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay   110 

I  will  never,  never  leave  thee   171 

Jerusalem,  thy  mansions  fair   314 

Jesus!  dear  name,  how  sweet  the  sound   17 

Jesus !  my  advocate  on  high   55 

Jesus  !  at  thy  command   280 

Jesus!  the  visions  of  thy  face   323 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken   117 

Jesus!  thy  love  shall  we  forget   172 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul   57 

Jesus  drinks  the  bitter  cup   174 

Jesus  with  kindest  pity  see   119 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move   117 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea   18 

Just  as  thou  art,  without  a  trace   18 

King  Messiah,  take  thy  throne   176 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour   68 

Let  worldly  minds  the  world  pursue   27S 

Let  us  love  and  sing  and  wonder   206 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking   323 

Let  all  men  rejoice  by  Jesus  restored   386 

Let  others  delight  in  the  gambols  of  mirth...  119 
Life  let  us  cherish  while  yet  the  taper  glows.  383 

Lift  up  your  hearts,  Immanuel's  friends   277 

Listed  into  the  cause  of  sin   19 

Listen,  0  Sion,  Jehovah  hath  spoken   207 

Lo,  he  comes  !  countless  trumpets   351 

Lord,  and  am  I  yet  alive   205 

Lo!  the  gospel  ship  is  sailing   385 

Love  sounds  in  her  sighs,  love  flows   384 

Lukewarm  souls,  the  foe  grows  stronger   273 

Meet  again  when  life  is  o'er   305 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature   125 


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Mistaken  souls  that  dream  of  heaven   128 

My  brethren  all,  on  you  I  call   283 

My  brethren,  I  have  found   286 

My  Bible  leads  to  glory   387 

My  Christian  friends,  weep  not  for  me   387 

My  dearest  friends  in  bonds  of  love   122 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years...  120 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by   127 

My  heart  and  my  tongue  shall  unite  in  the...  208 

My  Lord,  my  life  at  last  to  thee   57 

My  rest  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is  not  here   324 

My  soul  is  happy  in  its  choice   126 

My  soul  is  full  of  glory   123 

My  thoughts  on  awful  subjects  roll   352 

Nay,  I  cannot  let  thee  go   69 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee....   68 

Now,  brethren,  to  your  homes  repair   388 

Now  be  the  gospel  banner   209 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme   210 

Now  in  Jesus'  name  I  pray   70 

Now  the  Saviour  standeth  pleading   21 

0  blessed  Lord  Jesus,  I  know  thou  art  mine..  129 

O  Christian,  will  you  go  with  me   389 

Of  all  religions  that  are  found   390 

Oh!  come,  come  away,  from  labor  now   326 

Oh!  hearken,  sinner,  we  have  cause   22 

Oh  !  how  can  I  forget  the  hour   131 

Oh,  how  I  have  longed  for  the  coming  of  God  179 

Oh,  how  charming,  how  charming   213 

Oh,  give  me  the  flowers  that  never  decay   394 

Oh,  I  have  roamed  through  many  lands   303 

Oh,  Jesus  my  Saviour,  to  thee  I  submit   210 

Oh,  meet  me  at  the  throne  of  grace   72 

Oh,  Jesus  my  Saviour,  I  know  thou  art  mine  211 

Oh,  let  me  sing  of  sins  forgiven   130 

Oh,  that  I  had  some  humble  place   226 

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Oh  say  can  you  see  by  the  truth's  holy  light  391 

Oh,  turn,  rebel  souls,  there  is  mercy  to-day...  26 

Oh,  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade...   393 

Oh,  who  will  come  and  go  with  me   133 

Oh,  ye  young,  ye  gay,  ye  proud   23 

One  there  is  above  all  others   173 

Oh,  in  that  day,  grant  that  I  may   71 

0!  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I  sigh   308 

0  !  tell  me  no  more  of  this  world's  vain  store  325 

0!  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes   177 

0!  turn  ye!  0  turn  ye!  for  why  will  ye  die..  21 

0  !  there  will  be  mourning   353 

One  evening  pensive  as  I  lay   134 

Our  bondage  here  shall  end   318 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit   128 

Out  on  the  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride   233 

0  when  shall  I  see  Jesus   231 

0  Zion  afflicted  with  wave  upon  wave   229 

Pilgrim  burdened  with  thy  sin   25 

Pilgrims  on  the  burning  sand   235 

Pilgrims  we  are  to  Canaan  bound   301 

Poor,  trembling  sinner,  tell  me  why   24 

Poor  'wildered  weeping  heart   24 

Precious  Bible,  what  a  treasure   395 

Prisoner  of  hope,  to  thee  I  turn   180 

Religion  makes  me  happy   396 

Religion  makes  us  happy   397 

Religion  is  a  glorious  treasure   135 

Rejoice,  my  friends,  the  Lord  is  King   215 

Rejoice  evermore  with  angels  above   217 

Remember,  sinful  youth,  you  must  die   29 

Review  the  palsied  sinner's  case   50 

Rise,  rise  free  from  thy  mourning   396 

River  of  death,  thy  stream  I  see   354 

Rouse  ye  at  the  Saviour's  call     28 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour,  saw  ye  my  Saviour   182 


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PAGK 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation   74 

See  the  Lord  of  glory  dying   180 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending   354 

See,  Christian,  see  how  time  steals  on   328 

See  the  shadows  thickly  stealing   357 

Serene  I  laid  me  down   216 

Shall  we  sing  in  heaven  forever   330 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river   236 

Should  sorrow  o'er  thy  brow   331 

Shed  not  a  tear  o'er  your  friend's  early  bier...  329 

Since  the  Son  hath  made  me  free   138 

Since  I've  known  a  Saviour's  name   135 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message   31 

Sinners  go,  will  you  go   30 

Sinners,  the  city  where  you  dwell   33 

Sinners,  come,  let's  fly  to  Jesus   35 

Soon  will  our  suffering  time  be  o'er   327 

Soon  we  shall  see  the  glorious  morning   356 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises   137 

Stoop  down  my  thoughts  that  used  to  rise   399 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think   32 

Stop,  poor  sinners,  and  look  yonder   34 

Sweet  the  time,  exceeding  sweet   136 

Sweet  the  moments  rich  in  blessing   397 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer,  sweet  hour  of  prayer..  73 
Sweet  muse,  descend  and  bless  the  shade   398 

Tarry  with  me,  0  my  Saviour   75 

Tell  me  no  more  of  earthly  toys   141 

Tell  me,  brothers,  will  you  meet  me   405 

Thee  will  I  love,  my  strength,  my  tower   220 

The  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair   313 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high   262 

The  gospel  ship  is  sailing   252 

The  gloomy  night  of  sadness  -.   336 

The  Lord's  into  his  garden  come   139 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  how  happy  am  I..  146 
The  people  called  Christians,  how  many   242 


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The  specious  world  promiscuous  flows   143 

The  Son  of  man  they  did  betray   183 

The  road  that  many  travel   250 

The  Lord  shall  come,  the  earth  shall  quake..  358 

The  soldiers  are  gathering  from  far   255 

There  is  a  land  of  pleasure  237 

There  is  a  heaven  above  the  skies   332 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stayed.  316 

There  shall  we  reign  with  Jesus,  on  that   333 

There  is  a  happy  land   334 

There  is  a  friend  above  all  others   185 

There  is  a  land  surpassing  fair   304 

There's  not  a  tint  that  paints  the  rose   402 

There  comes  a  day,  a  fearful  day   359 

There  is  a  spot  to  me  more  dear   402 

There  is  a  beautiful  world   337 

This  world  is  all  a  fleeting  show   401 

Though  troubles  assail  and  dangers  affright..  247 

This  sacred  spot,  O  Lord  to  thee   403 

Thou  must  go  with  me,  said  the  terror-king..  357 

Though  in  a  world  of  sickness   145 

Though  in  the  outward  church  below   36 

Thou  sweet-gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver   185 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know   141 

'Tis  grace  that  quickens  me  when  dead   219 

Through  the  love  of  God  our  Saviour   335 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life   221 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb   188 

This  book  is  all  that's  left  me  now   404 

Thy  mercy,  my  God,  is  the  theme  of  my  song  218 
Thy  faithfulness,  Lord,  each  moment  we  find  37 
To  heaven  I  am  bound  with  prosperous  gales  257 

To  Jordan's  banks  our  host  has  come   335 

To  see  a  pilgrim  as  he  dies   245 

To  thee,  O  my  Saviour!  to  thee  will  I  cling...  218 

Together  let  us  sweetly  live   144 

Trust  thou  not  in  worldly  pleasure   400 

'Twas  Jesus  my  Saviour  who  died  on  the  tree  187 


INDEX.  421 

VAGK 

United  in  affection  dear,  with  hearts  on  Jesus  144 

We  are  a  band  of  brethren  dear   132 

"Wake!  Christian  soldiers,  wake,  prepare   266 

We  are  out  on  the  ocean  sailing   340 

We  are  going,  going,  going   342 

We  are  pilgrims,  robed  and  ready   263 

We're  travelling  home  to  heaven  above   39 

We  are  bound  for  the  land  of  the  pure   338 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  bless'd   344 

We're  marching  to  the  promised  land   42 

What  could  your  Redeemer  do   41 

What  is  life,  'tis  but  a  vapor   401) 

What  love,  what  pleasure,  what  surprise   222 

What  think  you  of  Christ  is  the  test   188 

What's  this  that  rises  in  my  soul   148 

What  wondrous  love  is  this,  0  my  soul   223 

What  if  our  bark  o'er  life's  rough  wave   285 

What  is  there  here  to  court  my  stay   339 

What  sound  is  this  salutes  my  ear   364 

Whene'er  we  meet  you  always  say   408 

When  for  eternal  worlds  I  steer   254 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away   361 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain   189 

When  I  set  out  for  glory   268 

When  pulse  beats  low  and  cheeks  grow  pale  307 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing   149 

When  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness   190 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning   362 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care   77 

When  burdened  is  my  breast   78 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name   150 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again   407 

When  our  Lord  was  crucified   409 

When  the  harvest  is  past  and  the  summer  is  370 
When  through  the  torn  sail  the  wild  tempest  79 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view   76 

When  this  mortal  life  is  fled   149 


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"While  wandering  to  and  fro   76 

"When  on  the  cross  my  Lord  I  see   191 

When  I  set  out  for  heaven   151 

When  I  think  of  that  city  of  light   341 

Within  the  tented  grove   406 

Whither  goest  thou  pilgrim  stranger   240 

With  melting  heart  and  weeping  eyes   52 

^With  tearful  eyes  1  look  around   38 

Whither,  pilgrim,  are  you  going   341 

Why  stand  you  here  idle,  my  friends,  all  the  146 

Why  should  I  be  affrighted  at  pestilence  or...  259 

Why  wanderest  thou  so  far  from  home   43 

Why  shrinks  my  weak  nature   363 

What's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my..  360 

Ye  angels,  who  mortals  attend   152 

Ye  blooming  youth,  I  pray  give  ear  ,   45 

Ye  children  of  Zion  who  are  aiming   279 

Ye  heavens  rejoice  in  Jesus'  grace   224 

Ye  jewels  of  my  Master   154 

Ye  prisoners  of  hope,  o'erwhelmed  with  grief  192 

Ye  sons  of  war,  I  pray  draw  near   281 

Ye  soldiers  of  Jesus,  pray  stand  to  your  arms  274 

Yes,  we'll  meet  beyond  the  river   212 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim....  224 

Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  in  the  army  of  the...  271 

Ye  thirsty  for  God  to  Jesus  give  ear   45 

Yes,  there's  one  place  like  home   80 

Yonder  see  the  Lord  descending   365 

Young  people,  all  attention  give   43 

Zion  the  marvellous  story  be  telling   228 


